Nor point out that, five years ago, Laura would have been about fourteen and Justin couldn’t have wiped his ass without asking Carol’s permission, couldn’t get to noon without calling his therapist, couldn’t order from a menu without his wife’s guidance, couldn’t dress in the morning if she didn’t lay out his clothes. And it was his wife’s money, anyway, that paid the bills, not his—Carol earned three times as much as he did. If not for five years of therapy, he’d have eighty thousand dollars in his pocket! Shit, five years ago Justin couldn’t have figured out which pocket to put it in!
