“Jen’s cheating on Ryan?” Corin’s question sounded like his brain made the same trip through what-the-f**k-ville that mine had earlier. “Harsh.”
In Corin’s bedroom, we were Netflix-and-Chilllin’, literally and in a total non-euphemism way. Mrs. Perry, excuse me, Beverly, Corin’s mother—who was freeing herself from the yoke of patriarchy by reclaiming her given name—had invited me to stay for dinner. I’m in college, I don’t pass up free food.
“Yep,” I said, my lips popping together emphatically. I scrolled through Corin’s watch-list on Netflix. For fourteen dollars a month you think there’d be more stuff worth watching.
“I wouldn’t get into it,” Corin advised.
“Ryan’s our friend. s**t, he’s going to be my brother-in-law.” I’d moved on to the horror category and scrolled through all thre
