Hera Dunn was incessant. She already told me her whole biography. How she and Dmitri Dunn met and how they ended up in their fantastic marriage. Those were her words.
Porter was just sitting next to me with his hand on my thigh, occasionally squeezing it like he wants to tell me something.
I looked at Porter briefly to smile and when I turned back to his mother, she was already glaring at him. I bit my lip and swallowed a chuckle.
“I want to talk to her, Porter. Why are you interrupting?” she asked her son.
Porter looked weirded out at his mother. “Why are you so obsessed with my girlfriend?” he asked back, that earned him another death glare from his mother.
“Why are you so selfish? I did not raise you to be one kind of a selfish—”
“Enough, honey,” Dmitri Dunn interrupted and ca
