I can tell Fran’s in a mood today before she even opens her mouth.
I“Why haven’t I seen you with a woman lately?” she asks, hanging up her coat in the front hall closet.
It’s a great f*****g question, but I don’t have time for this. It’s Friday morning, and I have to leave in less than five minutes to head to the office.
I bring my mug of coffee to my lips, taking a sip in order to buy myself some time. She’s great with my kids and I love her, but damn, is she nosy.
“Did you hear me?” she asks, reaching for the teakettle, and turns the heat on high to make herself a cup of tea.
I’m starting to regret giving her a key. I’d like a little warning before I get scolded.
“Maybe I’m not into women.”
“Then why haven’t I seen you with a man?” she asks without missing a beat.
I roll my eyes,
