“What?” I asked. “You think he’s mad we’re going to miss the wedding? I’ll be honest, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to be there. Even though I should be.” “Yes,” Gary said. “That’s exactly why he’s pissed. Good job.” “Whatever,” I groused. “I don’t even care.” “Obviously. The level with which you do not care is astounding. It almost eclipses your awareness.”
