You Deserve Each Other

by Sarah Hogle

“I wish Nicholas were handsier—I mean handier,” I say, stealing the spotlight right back. “I’ve been performing maintenance duties by myself. But I’ve been getting better results, interestingly enough.” Nicholas’s stare is dehydrating. “Sounds unlikely.” “Maintenance duties?” Deborah repeats, turning to him. “Has something broken? Naomi shouldn’t be trying to fix anything. She could make it worse.” “I have no choice,” I tell her in a low, conspiratorial voice. “It’s a desperate situation, and Nicholas won’t use his tools.” I tap my mouth with a fingernail, watching him go rigid. “Nicholas has no use for tools,” Deborah says emphatically, unaware that we are speaking in encrypted hate. “If something isn’t working, call a professional.” “Good thinking. Do you know which handyman that lady was writing in about?” Nicholas is fed up. “Being handy is unsatisfying when your fiancée is so obviously distracted and barely pitches in,”

THS IS THE UNHINGES I’M HERE FOR 👹