“Tell Verity I said hello and we hope she’s recovering well.” “I’ll share the message,” Jeremy says, walking past her. “Give my best to Sherman.” Patricia makes a face. “My husband’s name is William.” Jeremy nods once. “Oh. That’s right. I get them confused.” I hear Patricia scoff as we walk away. When we make it to the next aisle, I say, “Um. Who is Sherman?” “The guy she fucks behind her husband’s back.” I look at him, shocked. He’s smiling. “Holy shit,” I say, laughing. When we get to the register, I can’t stop smiling. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen that kind of epic burn in person.
