Would you like to know about Preston? It might make it easier if you knew what a …”
“No,” I said, holding up a hand. “I don’t want to know how kind, loving, rich, and funny he is. Call me a sore loser. Call me childish, which you’ve been known to do. My guess is I’ll avoid Preston Stewart movies for a year and then I’ll start going to all of them, looking for signs of decay or melting, wondering how you two hit it off in bed and if he’s still keeping you laughing down on the beach in your tans.”
“I didn’t think you’d be this bitter,” Anne said.
“You caught me by surprise. I didn’t have time to fake it or tell a bad joke or two. The truth just came out.”
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