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please let me help. You go spend some time with your daughter."
    That is my grandma's way of telling my mom that she is doing it wrong. Mom’s a baker, but hates cooking, so she doesn’t mind grandma taking over. Makes no sense to me, but that's how she is. She comes and sits beside me trying to push some loose tendrils behind my ears.
    "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are Morgana?"
    "All the time, Mom."
    "Well, it's true. If that Mr. Payne can't see that then he isn't worth your energy."
    It's going to be like this all night isn't it? Just focus on London, oh and your date tomorrow, and you will make it through this night.
    "It doesn't matter about Mr. Payne, Mom, because I met a guy online anyway."
    Her green eyes light up and she grins, transforming into a thirty-something right before my eyes. “Details Morgana! Tell me all about him!”
    I blush and look down at my clasped hands.
    "His name is Ric and he works retail, so we work in the same industry. He loves comedy movies like me. He is a big Coen brothers fan, and we are meeting tomorrow for coffee."
    She is nodding her head.
    "Yeah, so what does he look like?"
    "I find out tomorrow. We haven't exchanged pictures yet. We want it to be a surprise."
    She claps her hands together and looks over at my grandma who is still focused on the pots in front of her.
    "How romantic. How will you know each other? Are you both going to wear carnations or something?"
    "Umbrellas."
    My mom scrunches her brow.
    "How do you wear umbrellas? Is that new lingo for something else?"
    "No, he's going to bring a blue plaid umbrella and I am going to bring my red umbrella."
    "Oh I get it. I am so excited for you, love. You will have to tell me all about it. Did I tell you about how your father and I met?"
    She looks dreamily off into the distance and I know there is no point in telling her that yes she has told me a hundred times how they met. So I just shrug in response.
    "It was thirty five years ago and James and I worked together. We were just co-workers, but it was very frowned upon to have interoffice relations, especially in the military. Then one day we got trapped in the supply closet. Only we weren't trapped, he purposely locked us in there to be alone with me."
    My mom sighs while I hear my grandma snort.
    "Let's just say there was no going back to being just co-workers after we got out. Sooooo romantic."
    I shake my head at my mom.
    "How is that romantic Mom, he held you prisoner in a closet and then lied about how you both were in there?"
    "Well, I thought it was romantic. I am sure you will one day look back on how you and your future husband meet as the most romantic time of your life."
    "No you won't," Grandma pipes into the conversation.
    Grandma, ever the realist.
    "Sweets, your grandpa picked me up at a bar and we went home and had a one night stand. The most unromantic meeting a couple can have. I happened to get pregnant from that night and your Uncle Jackson was born nine months later. Needless to say it was a shotgun wedding. Very little romance for us, but we did grow to love each other. I mean, sure, we humped like rabbits because your granddad was hot, but we didn't fall in love until many years later. So, you never know."
    Both my mom and I have plugged our ears as we rock ourselves in comfort. Leave it to my grandma to ruin a moment.

 
    Chapter 5
    Morgana's Problem: Her Date
    There is a light drizzle with thirty mile per hour winds on Sunday. It prevents me from using my umbrella, though I bring it anyway. I resemble a human banana—yellow rain hat with matching coat and boots.
    I enter the warm, dry coffee shop, Beans, Beans, & more Beans, promptly at ten and look around. The aroma of coffee and chocolate is the first to assault my senses. My eyes dart over the large barrels of coffee beans next to the gray slate counter. Quickly I remove the offending yellow and run my fingers through my hair to give the appearance of some maintenance. Thankfully I wore