Greg tucked his cardboard twin under one arm and went upstairs.
For once, nobody had to watch him leave.
“He’s all yours.”
***
The following Tuesday, Brittany texted me before coming over.
“Is Greg home?”
I stared at the message.
Before I could answer, another appeared.
“Actually, never mind. I’m coming over.”
“Is Greg home?”
Twenty minutes later, we were back at the kitchen table trying to understand why our shipping costs had jumped.
Brittany didn’t ask about Greg again.
Then we heard footsteps.
My Husband Said We Couldn’t Afford a High Chair for Our 6-Month-Old Baby – Two Days Later, He Spent $2,000 on a Leather Recliner So He Could ‘Rest Properly After Work’
I Asked a Coworker to Pretend to Be My Boyfriend at My Ex-Husband’s Wedding, but He Teased Me and Said, ‘No One Would Date You’ – So My Fake Date Wiped the Smile off His Face
A Smug Electronics Salesman Tricked My 72-Year-Old Grandmother Into Paying for a Worthless Assist Plan – He Thought She Was Just a Helpless Old Woman, but What She Calmly Brought Into the Store the Next Morning Made His Smile Instantly Disappear
She glanced toward the doorway.
So did I.
Brittany didn’t ask about Greg again.
