“For which part?”
“All of it.The folder.The room.The fact that I made you feel managed instead of chosen.”
“That’s very precise for a man who just had his heart broken.”
“You taught me to be precise about the things that matter.”
I nodded because what else was there to do.
Later, in my apartment, Hope came with tea and sat on the floor beside me.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to stay?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
Miley arrived twenty minutes later with wine and a look that could have cut glass.
“Should I kill him?”she asked from the doorway.
“No.”
“Are you sure?I have a very specific set of skills.”
“Those are lawyer skills, not assassin skills.”
“The overlap is significant.”
Hope smiled despite everything.I almost did too.
Britney arrived an hour later.No wine.No tea.Just Britney in a black coat.
“I’m not here to comfort you,” she said from the doorway.
“Good.I don’t want comfort.”
“I’m here because Hope texted and I don’t trust her to say the hard thing.”
Hope opened her mouth.
“I love you,” Britney said to Hope.“You are too kind for this conversation.”
Miley refilled her glass.“This should be interesting.”
Britney sat on the arm of the couch and watched me.“Was the zoo plan beautiful?”
“Yes.”
“Thoughtful?”
“Yes.”
“Was it what you asked for?”