“If you say that crazy woman’s name...” I left it unsaid as I heard his mother’s shoes click excitedly as she breezed back into the room.
“Why don’t we just cut to the chase?” she said, dropping the niceties. She walked to the island and opened her clutch, pulling out a small rectangular case. When she flipped open the cover, my heart lurched to my stomach. Not many people carried them around anymore, but there was still no mistaking what was in her hand.
A checkbook.
“How much do you need to start your own business and forget this whole marriage thing, Leila?” She clicked her pen and poised the tip on the blank check. “Because the only way I’m letting you marry my son is over my dead body.”