“I’m in a house with five damn men, and they’re driving me nuts,” she tells me. “I need someone to commiserate with.” “Gildy should commiserate with me,” I hear Judd cut in from somewhere across the room. “You’ve been mean.” Lu spins around. “Beating your ass at cards every night doesn’t make me mean. It makes me superior.” “Yeah, but stealing the wine does make you mean.” She sniffs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
