The Temporary Husband
That was fast, but Greg works fast.
“Yay.” I say drily,
“Are you kidding me? Everyone is losing their shit, I placed an order for the limited edition, but I’m the three hundredth person on the queue, despite placing the order mere seconds after it was announced.”
My throat closes up. I’ve never been privy to this information before, I’ve preferred to be left in the dark, it’s better for my anxiety that way.
“Is that a good thing?”
“The best news ever! It deserves to be celebrated, what do you say, I come over with a bottle of Chardonnay?”