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Mom won’t like Megan.”
“That’s a bonus,” Alan said. “I love it when Mom has to pretend she likes someone she doesn’t. Remember when I was dating that dancer, and I told Mom she was a stripper? Priceless. You can’t buy entertainment like that."
Drew pulled out his phone and spoke the words of his text message as he composed it.
“Having a good Saturday? I’m helping my brother get ready for tonight’s seven-course gala dinner. Don’t worry, you can still wear your Beijing T-shirt. If things get too stuffy, you can liven things up by throwing a drink in someone’s face.”
“She’d better not throw a drink in anyone’s face,” Alan said. “We’re serving red wine, and I have a new carpet in the dining room.”
“It’s just one of our little in-jokes,” Drew said.
“Based on what?”
“She threw some water in my face once.”
“Were you outside having a water balloon fight with a bunch of children?”
“No.”
“Were you washing cars for a fundraiser?”
“No.”
“Then I have to ask, big brother. Where were you, and what were you doing when this Megan girl threw a drink in your face?”
“We were talking, in a pub.”
Alan grinned. “I will pay for your entire wedding if you propose to her in front of Mom.
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