“Libby!” I shriek, realization dawning. “Why the hell are you on a dating app?” “I’m not,” she says. “You are.” “I am definitely not,” I say. “I made an account for you,” she says. “It’s a new app. Very marriage minded. I mean, it’s called Marriage of Minds.” “MOM?” I say. “The acronym for the app is MOM? Sometimes I worry about the severe lack of warning bells in your brain, Libby.”
