“Send me her number. I’ll text her and offer to take her to lunch or something, but I’m not reporting every detail back to you. I still care about Lucy, which means that I want her to have a little privacy and independence now that she’s an adult.”
“Does that mean you’d agree to weekly lunches?”
I roll my eyes skyward. “It means that will be between me and Lucy. If it’s that important, why don’t you fly in every week to take her to lunch?”
“Now that Lucy’s out of the house, I accepted the Chief Marketing Officer position. I’ll work it out so I can stop in San Francisco often and get layovers there as much as possible, but I can’t be there all the time like I was when she was in high school.”
For that, I’m sure Lucy is eternally grateful. “I’ll ask Lucy if she’d like to meet with me regularly. If she says no, I’m going to back off.”
Marion scoffs. “If you ask, she’ll say yes. We both know she had a crush on you.”
I don’t respond to that. I especially don’t mention the first thought that pops into my mind unbidden — Lucy’s legal now. Fuck. Maybe this isn’t the best idea ever.
“Like I said, I’ll offer to take her to lunch.”
“Great. I’ll text you her number, her address, and her class schedule.”
“Bye Marion,” I say as I disconnect the call.