Searching for Mr. Darcy

Scene Nineteen

Maisie was still so upset as she drove home, that she answered her phone when it started ringing without looking to see who it was.  Big mistake.

"So, you do want a husband, after all!" Momma Frampton's triumphant voice said on the other end.

Maisie groaned.  Her mother was not exactly social media-savvy, and Maisie'd been hoping the SFMD hoopplah would die down without her mother finding out about it.

"If you want a nice man, I'm happy to set you up with some of the young men at church.  Heaven knows you could use a little gospel in your life."

"I think I have just enough gospel in my life, Mom."  Which is to say, none.  But Maisie didn't add that.  Her mother knew how she felt about religion.  For those who found peace in it, great, but Maisie saw it as nothing but fantastical myths perpetuating stereotypes and hate around the world.

"You should have told me you were trying internet dating."

"That's not exactly what I'm doing."

"I've been saying for years that you need to do more to put yourself out there.  You don't want to end up alone.  Your egg supply is drying up as we speak."

A red light caused Maisie to brake and roll to a stop.  She sighed loudly enough to make her point.

"Did you see that new diet I emailed you about?  It helped one woman lose one hundred pounds in three months!"

"I don't need to lose a hundred pounds, and losing that much weight in such a short time frame is not healthy."

"Just think how nice it would be to wear a bikini this summer."

"I'm hanging up now."

"Just remember when you're giving all your interviews to mention your wonderful mother, who sacrificed her youth and beauty to give you a good life."

"Bye, Mom."  Maisie hung up and tossed her phone into the passenger seat.  The light turned green and she rolled through, mentally purchasing every plus-sized bikini she could find online, just to piss Momma Frampton off.