“That’s my man,” I said, somewhat proudly.
“I know he is, honey,” Tonya said. “And I ain’t picking at him. He comes from money—and that explains a lot. Probably had braces when he was a kid and his own tiara and a pool and the whole nine yards. Thing is, he’s not like you, Wiley. He’s not like us.”
“And thank God,” I said.
“But if you love him, you’ll make it work.”
“I dolove him,” I said.
“Then you’re going to have to deal,” she said pointedly. “There are worse things than having rich in-laws. And they’re leaving soon, so what do you care?”
“Jackson said his mother wouldn’t leave her money to him if she didn’t approve of me. What am I supposed to do with that?”
“Walking out on the woman is not the best approach, I can tell you.”
“You should hear the things that woman says. Then she started in on my book.”
Tonya laughed.
“What?” I said.
“I forgot about your book,” she said.
“So why are you laughing?”