I don’t know if I’m supposed to be grateful that she made up a lie to make me feel better, or if she knows how insulting it is to my intelligence that she doesn’t think I get it. I get it. I want it. What she’s offering here. What Kris won’t give her, I can give her. It’s like an affair, in a weird way. I can’t even breathe. I look out the window and count lampposts and try to act normal. “I guess.” I could tell her that I get it. I could be way nicer to her, if that’s what she really misses from Kris. I could be a more grateful charity case. But if I say any more words now I’m gonna cry.
