"Why don't you date her?" my mother asked.
"She has a boyfriend," I said.
"So? She's not married."
"That's not really how it works now."
"Well," she protested, "all I know is that I was married when your father told me how he felt. And if he hadn't I don't know where any of us would be." I looked around. I was in a pretty good place. And really, there's too little honesty in this world.
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