Me: She said OK for London.
Mother: She did… Well, OK.
Me: Thank you.
Mother: As long as she doesn’t hurt you.
Me: But how will you travel on your own? I can take you to the airport, we can
book a wheel chair, but Ilse will have to get someone to pick you up.
Mother: Don’t you worry. I can travel left, right, and center. Ilse has Matti.
Me: Matti doesn’t drive for her anymore.
Mother: So I’ll take the coach to the bus station. Ilse can come there.
Me: I won’t let you take some bus. That’s nuts… What do you mean “hurt me?”
Mother: Does she know about you??
Me: She knows I’m 56, she knows I live with my mother, and she knows
I’ve been out of a job.
Mother: Good! (Laughs.)
Me: What are you laughing about?
Mother: Why would she go for you?
Me: Because of the man I used to be? How’s that for an answer?