“I cannot f*****g believe you two.” Maeve snorted. She still glared but she wasn’t about to lose her s**t. Not totally. Not yet. “Ugh. You’re supposed to know her better than that.”
“I’m sorry! I was high, and it seemed funny!”
“You’re always high, and it’s not.”
“The least I could do is get you like a half an ounce. As an apology.”
“I don’t smoke,” Maeve repeated and sighed, then raised an eyebrow at me. “Make me some brownies, though?”
Lottie said, “Done!”
I laughed. Once Maeve hung up, I said, “The way my anxiety is tweaking right now, some edibles might not be the worst idea.”
“She’s an expert on baked goods. It’s the only reason we dated so long as we did.” Maeve chuckled. “Okay. So. We need to let Harmony know that we know that she’s the cunt of the year.”
I nodded. “Not my i
