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Harry’s. “So, what do you think? Did I pass inspection?”
“I’ll say.” I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “As of this moment, you officially walk on water. At least as far as my board is concerned.”
“Yeah? Great. Then you think they bought it?”
“‘Bought it?’ Bought what?”
“The bit about the shower.”
“That wasn’t true?” I’m so shocked that I almost ram the BMW in front of me. “But—but it sounded so real!”
“Good, because it was supposed to. What, do you actually think DeeDee would dare jump in the tub in designer duds? No way. Total fabrication. But what the hell, I had to do something to warm up that crowd. Those girlfriends of yours are a frigid bunch. And I wasn’t counting on a heckler to boot.”
“Yeah, Margot can be so obnoxious sometimes. But, Harry, why did you do it?”
His pause is so long that I start to think the cell connection is broken. “Because DeeDee is going for full custody, as well as the house. I can’t let her win. I
won’t
let her.”
Harry is right. All is fair in love and divorce. Even ugly lies, which, in this community, spread quicker than kudzu during a wet and steamy Georgia summer. Now, even if DeeDee does win in court, she’ll always wonder why she’s getting so many pitying sidelong glances from the neighbors she has always snubbed.
“But what if one of them runs into DeeDee and brings up what you said about her?”
“Seriously, do you think any of them would have the guts to dothat now?”
No, come to think of it. Not after they saw the pain in Harry’s eyes.
And certainly not now that Margot is his new best friend.
I can’t help but feel just a tiny bit jealous. . . .
“I owe you big, Lyssa. I presume you want to be paid in cupcakes?”
“You wish. No, you can’t get off the hook that easily. For your penance, you’ll have to cover Olivia one afternoon.”
He signs off with a laugh, but I know the morning has taken its toll on him too.
I glance down at the dashboard clock. What? We were sitting in there for
only forty-eight minutes
? This little outing has taken a year off my life. I am sweating as if in early menopause. A shower would feel good right about now—
I don’t think I’ll get into one again without thinking about DeeDee in soaking wet Phillip Lim cashmere, thanks to a standard feature in all Paradise Heights master baths: the Hansgrohe Raindance Royale 350 showerhead, with its fourteen-inch face and air-injection technology.
10
“Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit
each other. Perhaps they should live next
door and just visit now and then.”
—Katharine Hepburn
Monday, 11 Nov., 1:23 p.m.
So, what would you guess is Harry’s favorite color?”
Tammy’s question seems innocent enough—except that we are in Nordstrom next to a counter filled with men’s boxer briefs. In one hand she holds a box of 2(x)ist’s electric blue soy-fiber “comfort trunks,” while the other lovingly strokes a pair of C-IN2 bamboo mesh trunks that are the color of a Mexican sunset, or
rumba
, if you go by the color on its box.
It also claims that the trunks have something called a “Trophy Shelf Pouch ™ for a bigger, better profile,” whatever that means. I’m assuming Tammy doesn’t know either, since the word
trophy
has never crossed her lips when describing her Charlie’s penis.
Inchworm
has, however.
“How the hell would I know what color he likes? And why exactly are you buying underwear for Harry, anyway?” I try not to sound so upset, but really, I am disgusted. It’s been almost a week since the Starbucks meet-and-greet. Since then, each member of the Paradise Heights Women’s League board has made Harry her very own pet project. While Isabelle thoughtfully picks up little items for him at the grocery store and Colleen leaves casseroles in his fridge, Margotindulges Laurel’s crush on Jake by sharing carpool duty with Harry, and Brooke is his new tennis doubles
“I’ll say.” I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “As of this moment, you officially walk on water. At least as far as my board is concerned.”
“Yeah? Great. Then you think they bought it?”
“‘Bought it?’ Bought what?”
“The bit about the shower.”
“That wasn’t true?” I’m so shocked that I almost ram the BMW in front of me. “But—but it sounded so real!”
“Good, because it was supposed to. What, do you actually think DeeDee would dare jump in the tub in designer duds? No way. Total fabrication. But what the hell, I had to do something to warm up that crowd. Those girlfriends of yours are a frigid bunch. And I wasn’t counting on a heckler to boot.”
“Yeah, Margot can be so obnoxious sometimes. But, Harry, why did you do it?”
His pause is so long that I start to think the cell connection is broken. “Because DeeDee is going for full custody, as well as the house. I can’t let her win. I
won’t
let her.”
Harry is right. All is fair in love and divorce. Even ugly lies, which, in this community, spread quicker than kudzu during a wet and steamy Georgia summer. Now, even if DeeDee does win in court, she’ll always wonder why she’s getting so many pitying sidelong glances from the neighbors she has always snubbed.
“But what if one of them runs into DeeDee and brings up what you said about her?”
“Seriously, do you think any of them would have the guts to dothat now?”
No, come to think of it. Not after they saw the pain in Harry’s eyes.
And certainly not now that Margot is his new best friend.
I can’t help but feel just a tiny bit jealous. . . .
“I owe you big, Lyssa. I presume you want to be paid in cupcakes?”
“You wish. No, you can’t get off the hook that easily. For your penance, you’ll have to cover Olivia one afternoon.”
He signs off with a laugh, but I know the morning has taken its toll on him too.
I glance down at the dashboard clock. What? We were sitting in there for
only forty-eight minutes
? This little outing has taken a year off my life. I am sweating as if in early menopause. A shower would feel good right about now—
I don’t think I’ll get into one again without thinking about DeeDee in soaking wet Phillip Lim cashmere, thanks to a standard feature in all Paradise Heights master baths: the Hansgrohe Raindance Royale 350 showerhead, with its fourteen-inch face and air-injection technology.
10
“Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit
each other. Perhaps they should live next
door and just visit now and then.”
—Katharine Hepburn
Monday, 11 Nov., 1:23 p.m.
So, what would you guess is Harry’s favorite color?”
Tammy’s question seems innocent enough—except that we are in Nordstrom next to a counter filled with men’s boxer briefs. In one hand she holds a box of 2(x)ist’s electric blue soy-fiber “comfort trunks,” while the other lovingly strokes a pair of C-IN2 bamboo mesh trunks that are the color of a Mexican sunset, or
rumba
, if you go by the color on its box.
It also claims that the trunks have something called a “Trophy Shelf Pouch ™ for a bigger, better profile,” whatever that means. I’m assuming Tammy doesn’t know either, since the word
trophy
has never crossed her lips when describing her Charlie’s penis.
Inchworm
has, however.
“How the hell would I know what color he likes? And why exactly are you buying underwear for Harry, anyway?” I try not to sound so upset, but really, I am disgusted. It’s been almost a week since the Starbucks meet-and-greet. Since then, each member of the Paradise Heights Women’s League board has made Harry her very own pet project. While Isabelle thoughtfully picks up little items for him at the grocery store and Colleen leaves casseroles in his fridge, Margotindulges Laurel’s crush on Jake by sharing carpool duty with Harry, and Brooke is his new tennis doubles
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