A Phone Call With My Italian Grandmother, Who Incidentally Betrothed Me To Someone Whose Name She Did (and Still Does) Not Know When I Was But a Fetus

Me: “Hello?”
Nana: “Oh hello. Is my other granddaughter there?”
Me: “No she’s not home yet. Do you want me to let her know you called?”
Nana: “Yes please. I know she’s home and I haven’t gotten to see her! Not that I get to see you very often either…”
Me: “Yea I know. But I will tell her you called and I’m sure we’ll all get together soon!”
Nana: “Good. Because I want to know if she’s seen M. (her ex) at all.”
Me: “I don’t know if she has. He hasn’t been around here.”
Nana: “Oh, that’s too bad. Because I liked him, apparently. (A/N: She did not.) But then, I liked the old M. too.”
Me: “Yea, they’re both good guys.”
Nana: “And I want to ask her about it, because I know she’ll always tell me. She’s very open about her life.”
Me: “Yea, she’s pretty open.”
Nana: “And I don’t like to pry. You know I don’t like to pry.”
Me: “Of course not.”
Nana: “So I like that she shares these things with me. I like hearing about it.”
Me: “She’s a good girl, that Meri.”
Nana: “Oh definitely.”
Me: “Well, I’ll tell her you called. Love you!”
Nana: “Love you too. Goodbye now.”
Me: “Bye.”

For the record, in her book I hit Old Maid status at some point in 2005. There is still some hope for Meri though, as she is not quite 20.