Let's Go Out

"A what?" I repeated.

Did I perhaps mishear him? Or am I having some auditory hallucinations?

He must not have noticed how taken aback I was because he began relating a narrative with a sonorous voice and a matching expression.

"It's a bit late because I had only just thought about it with your brother, and we believe it's high time for you to look for candidates. Ladies of your age are either married or engaged, and I should have prepared this years ago," he sighed like he's mourning, "If your mother was here, she'd probably be mad because I am neglecting you…"

Wait. 

Wait a moment, please.

Time out!

I'm still not over what he just initially said, so I really don't hear what he's professing right now. My mind is traveling somewhere, and I think I might have seen my ancestors waving across a river as they called my name.

…

I can't believe I'm hearing this right now.