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Chapter 13

Sanya
“G irl, go jump on that man and give me a grandchild.” I look

heavenward and pray for patience. I have my own office. No one
is around to save me from my mother. Gail is a dog with a bone.
She wants Henry for us – her words; he would be a good addition to the family.

“Mooom!” I’ve sounded like a teenager the last few days. “He doesn’t want me.
Don’t you think he would have made a move by now?”
“Sanya, Sanya, Sanya,” my mom sings my name like I am pathetic and blind.
“He is more than willing. You just don’t know how to read between the lines.”

“He didn’t answer you directly. I’m still mad at you, by the way; that was
embarrassing. He came up with an answer that wouldn’t hurt my feelings.”
“Nope. That wasn’t it.” I can imagine my mom shaking her head while twirling
the phone cord around her finger. She still prefers a traditional phone. She wants
people to know when she hangs up on them. “I think he knows you better than
you think.”

I’ve rolled my eyes so much in the past few days I’m scared they will get stuck.
“And what does he know about me.”
“If he would have said yes, you would have gotten all weird and awkward. If

he would have said no, you would have gotten all ‘woe is me.’”
“Not true,” I protest weakly.
“Really?” my mom asks unconvinced. “Imagine he’d said yes without
hesitation. I’ll wait.”