Page 17 of Heart

“Because I observed her observing you.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I don’t have time to date.”

“I thought you liked older women.”

“I do. But Sandy put me through the wringer. You know that.”

“That was—what—six months ago?”

“I’m just not looking right now.”

“Sometimes you don’t have to look, May. Sometimes it’s right in front of you.”

“Says Mr. Single for over two years.”

“That’s different.”

“No, it’s not, George. Yeah, I know—grief. But two years is a long time.”

“I do things at my own speed, lady.”

“Yeah—a snail’s pace. Why don’t you try a singles app? They’re all the rage.”

“I know what they are, grandma.”

May opened her laptop on the counter. “Here. Let’s look at an old-fashioned dating website.”

“This is deflection, by the way... or retaliation.Or both.”

“Men need visual stimulation to get their libidos kicking. Let’s look at some profile pics.”

“You’re worse than Mikey. He’s been trying to get me on those as well.”

“That’s because Mikey is looking beyond the present. I know you have a lot going on, sweetie, but you have to take care of the personal side of you too.”

“Yes, mother,” George said, then repeated her,“I’m just not looking right now.”

“Whatever,” said May, refusing to give up on the idea. “Come here, look at this guy. He’s successful and sexy.”

George came around the counter and leaned against her.

“He’s too twinky.”

“You mean young?”

“Yeah, and scrawny. I want someone my age... with some meat on their bones.”

“All right. Let’s fix that. We’ll put thirty-to-forty in the search criteria. Height, let’s say 5’ 10” to 6’ 2”... weight 225 to 250 lbs?”

George glared at her.

“Okaaaay. We’ll make that 200 to 225 lbs. Anything else?”

“No. I told you I’m not interested.”