“I heard a rumor that you and Ted might be moving in together.”
I was on the train out of the city with Ted’s cousin when I realized that the only thing more exhausting than a family might be two families.
We went to Princeton for his family’s Seder, and after the meal I could hear Ted’s dad from the other end of the table. Palms flat on the table, he was explaining to Ted’s old cousins:
“Well, Ted’s lease is up in June, but Beatrix’s isn’t up until the end of the year. . . .”
So, you know, I guess it was a thing. A thing about which my parents should probably be informed.
My mom had a hard time explaining how she felt. Which I understood:
“You sound exactly like we do when we talk about it.”
She told me:
“I think it will be fine. I think it makes sense for you.”
I never expected glowing excitement over the living-in-sin thing. So, I’ll take it.