"She's nineteen, twenty, thereabouts," she replies. Barely raises her voice, but the heat's there and only getting hotter. "Fucking curveball, right? She's in great shape, fucking living in some peachy community out in the middle of fucking nowhere."
Great shape being relative, of course. Nothing is ever great, at least in part because Joel fucked it up. Fucked it up several thousand fucking ways, half of which aren't even his fucking fault, but should be anyway. What the fuck did she die for, what the fuck did she do any of this for?
Why'd she––
She catches a glimpse of herself in one of those big mirrors and she feels like some animal plunked in a fancy showroom, a more comfortable life that can't be hers. She rounds on William from clear across the room.
"Jesus Christ, how much HGTV does your fucking wife watch? You live like this?"
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"She's nineteen, twenty, thereabouts," she replies. Barely raises her voice, but the heat's there and only getting hotter. "Fucking curveball, right? She's in great shape, fucking living in some peachy community out in the middle of fucking nowhere."
Great shape being relative, of course. Nothing is ever great, at least in part because Joel fucked it up. Fucked it up several thousand fucking ways, half of which aren't even his fucking fault, but should be anyway. What the fuck did she die for, what the fuck did she do any of this for?
Why'd she––
She catches a glimpse of herself in one of those big mirrors and she feels like some animal plunked in a fancy showroom, a more comfortable life that can't be hers. She rounds on William from clear across the room.
"Jesus Christ, how much HGTV does your fucking wife watch? You live like this?"