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epitome of incomprehensibility
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A dog walk with my mother on a sunnier day than today. "Any nice young men?" she teases me about the crowd in I_joined_a_band_of_musical_pirates.
That jolts me a little. Less painfully than Shiloh pulling my arm diagonally (the arm that's hopefully healing_by_itself), but she's hit a sore spot. Partly because my of breakup with David, but also because the man I might like is or will think he is too young for me. As I was perhaps too young for David. Same age_gap, different direction. Different people. I don't know.
So I sidestep that. I start talking about the people in general. "A lot of them are richer than me. Well, not all of them."
Airily, I speculate on who could be my wealthiest co-actor. Two people, work in medical research fields, so they're probably getting good pay. The man more than the woman, but maybe not (just) because of gender bias: he's older and more senior. But the man who plays the Major General probably has the biggest salary. He works as a bank manager. Not of a whole bank (I dial back). Of an investment fund for a bank. Or something like that.
Mom, right away: "Is he single?"
At that, I laugh. Very Mrs. Bennett of her (I_mean the Jane_Austen character). "No, he's married. And like twenty years older than me."
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