Chapter 9- message
Morrison had the phone clamped between his ear and shoulder, freeing both hands to straighten his clothes while casually spinning a tale for Linda.
"This time, don’t worry—it’s not some random girl. She’s a good one."
Honestly, Morrison had zero intention of confessing Lilian’s existence to his mother. The only reason he was telling Linda this much was to get her off his back about setting him up on more blind dates.
Linda had always assumed the women he dated were no good. That’s why she constantly arranged matchups for him—through aunts, cousins, or her friends. All "well-bred, decent girls," as she’d brag.
But Morrison never had the heart to crush her hopes. After all, whether a girl was "good" wasn’t something you decided based on someone else’s recommendation—it had to be judged with your own eyes. Under Linda’s relentless pressure, he reluctantly went on a few dates. And by his standards, none of them measured up to the "good girl" Linda described.
From then on, he became pretty resistant to her matchmaking schemes. He’d rack his brain to dodge them, even pulling Dave into his little acting charades to avoid going out.
So when he told Linda he was seeing a "good girl," it was really just to soothe her and get her to stop setting him up.
The moment Linda heard that, curiosity lit up her voice.
"Whose daughter is she? Are you thinking about settling down and getting married?"
Just hearing the word "marriage" gave Morrison a headache. Since his good buddy Dave got married a few years ago, Linda had been pushing him to tie the knot. After months of no progress, she gave up... only to start nagging again recently. Rumor had it that many of her friends had recently been promoted to Lady Tiffany or Grandma status, and Linda was starting to panic again.
From Morrison’s perspective, he had to admit—it was a bit understandable. All their peers were already becoming grandmothers, living the sweet life with grandkids. And here he was, still without a girlfriend, let alone a wife. If Linda wasn’t anxious, that would be stranger.
So sometimes, when Linda’s nagging really got on his nerves, he’d remind himself to see things from her point of view. It made the whole thing a little easier to tolerate.