He comes out of his bedroom, looking a little anxious. I notice he’s holding a little black box. He joins me on the couch and sits beside me. He turns toward me and for a second, I get the horrible impression that he’s going to propose to mom to make her stay here, and he’s going to ask my permission and show me the ring. The thought makes me queasy, and I don’t know how I feel about Mom and him being together, after all these years. I mean, sure its possible because they’re fated mates and I know they somehow manage to end up together but the though makes...