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Logan and I had framed our divorce papers and hung them in the kitchen,
where we’d met every morning in those first months. I’d started taking
them for granted, until Mandy sat at the center island in her yellow T-shirt,
pouring white wine as if it was soda.
“He divorced her for me,” she said through sobs. “Not so he could fuck
around with—”
“Easy there.” Logan plucked the wine from her hand. “Eat something.”
I dropped a few bundles of half-wrapped cheese in front of her, next to
the box of crackers. Logan gave me a worried look. I shrugged helplessly.
We didn’t know what to do for her.
“I told everybody. It was public. There are pictures. And it was okay
they called me a homewrecker, because I had him. At work? They whisper.
And these people work for me. They’re still like, ‘what she did to Tatiana
blah blah…’ behind my back, but I could handle it because I had him.” She
took two gulps of wine and snapped up a plastic-wrapped, quarter-pound
wedge of brie. “My personal shopper… my favorite one—I told you about
her. Lannie? She wouldn’t even look at me the other day. And I had to run a
gauntlet in sunglasses and a hood to get there. I made a joke about
Unabomber chic and the look on her face… like at least she respected the
Unabomber. But you know, with a huge pink smile of course.” She wrestled
the cheese free. “Like someone glued a big wet pussy to the bottom half of
her face.”
“Like a cat?” Colton said, walking in without the joke-cowbell we’d
bought him for his birthday. “Because the other kind… not so much.”
“Shut. Up.” Mandy bit off the corner of the brie wedge. “You don’t
know what you’re talking about.”
Colton stuck his head in our fridge because his didn’t have jack shit
inside it and came out with a bottle of beer. “Renaldo slipping Gertrude his
meat or nah?” He cracked open the top.
“Colton,” I snapped. “Really?”
“I want to die.” Mandy rested her forehead on the stone counter. I
rubbed her back.
“What?” he said. “I figured everyone knew.”
“Can we talk about something else?” Logan suggested. “Papillion
stock’s up.”
I shook my head at him sharply. He threw up his hands, at a loss for
what to say.