Did you get what you needed?” I sighed. “Honestly, I’m not sure what that would even have been. Unless you count Miles pooing himself on the way to the altar.” “Would that not just have been quite unpleasant for everybody?” “Well, yes, but then years from now I could look back and say, ‘Sure, he fucked me over and turned our whole life into a jagged, broken lie, but he still took a massive dump in his pants at his own wedding.’”
