God, he’s a nosy little shit. “She’s my girlfriend.” I should have never got this kid talking in the first place. He folds his hands together and looks up at me like a little priest or something. “You want her to be your wife?” “No, I don’t want her to be my wife,” I say slowly but clearly so he can hear me and maybe get it this time. “Ever?” “Never.”
She'll be thrilled to hear this, I'm sure
