They’re seated on a bench at a mall promenade. “Does Lani think the same way?” asks Aimee.
“I don’t think so. She doesn’t think about that kind of thing.”
“Is that why you go to Usha?”
“You’re not getting it. Usha has nothing to do with Lani. Lani isn’t depriving me of something that I ought to be having.”
“So you’re a s*x maniac.”
“No, it’s just about priorities. At the end of the day, if you give me an ultimatum, I’ll still choose Lani.”
“But no one has given you that ultimatum.”
“No. Not yet.”
“You seem happier today,” says Aimee. “More energetic.”
“Usha and I met last night,” says Migs, meaning every word and unable to keep the triumph from his voice.
Aimee laughs.
“She’s amazing,” says Migs.
“And would you mind if Lani did the same as you?”
How he seems to have all the an
