"Oh, freakin’ hell!" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes. "Have you met your mother? Have you ever tried to get her to do something she didn’t want to?" I waved a hand dismissively. "Look, I don’t want to get into a confrontation with you. Mostly out of respect for your parents, both of whom I love, and loved, dearly. But Bridget is an adult, and able to make her own decisions. I’ll stop seeing her when she says so. You don’t get a vote."