“What brings you and your daughters to our group tonight?” Kiki asked magnanimously. “Oh, well, Riley was married to Griffin a few years back,” Blossom began. The collective gasp egged her on. “I know, right? I mean, I’m sorry, sweetie, but what were you thinking? Actually, what were any of us thinking? I mean who decided the construct of marriage was a good idea? You’re just going to pick a stranger, decide to start a life and maybe a family with them, then before you know it, you’re arguing over whose farm animals are more problematic.” Wander hid her face in her hands.
