So like the mature adult I am, I stick to the opposite side of the room when we wind up in the same place at the same time. I make conversation with literally anyone other than her, while also listening in on her conversations, desperately lapping up any droplets of information I can get. Truth be told, I’m listening for any mention of Tripp. On one hand, I hope like hell she dumped his ass. On the other, I hope they’re making it work because Gwen is a catch and that’s what a good dad should want for his son.
