We move past the couch and because I’ve clearly lost all faculties, I call out, “Bye, Sherman.” The plant now has a permanent scarf around the base of his pot and a picture of my dead cat next to him. I think it’s cute that Halsey rolls with it and doesn’t mind the new additions. Halsey pauses to glance at me with a humorous twitch to his lips. “Do you always say goodbye to him?” I press my hand to my chest. “Of course. Don’t you?” He peeks over his shoulder at the plant and then back at me. “No.” “Well, looks like the nanny has become more of a mom. Maybe I need to take custody.” “If he
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