“Holly, you can’t let what Jeb did get to you. The cheating says so much more about him than you. And what kind of a man steals a neti pot?” “One that should have his dick in a guillotine,” Jillian said. “A what?” Lucy asked. “A DICK GUILLOTINE,” my sister repeated. “A tiny one.” Mom laughed before turning back to the kitchen. “Lucy, we’re leaving in thirty minutes.”
