We went our separate ways once we made it home. He had to get back to the senator; I had, well, I had nothing. He kissed me goodbye. It felt like a consolation prize, like I should’ve gotten the Mercedes behind curtain number one, and got the year’s supply of Spam behind curtain number two instead.
I walked inside the house. I knocked on Doug’s bedroom door.
“It’s open.” I walked inside. He was watching Modern Family. It was like seeing older Jesse Tyler Ferguson watching younger Jesse Tyler Ferguson. Surreal. “That was quick. I thought you were coming home tomorrow.”
I told him all that happened.
“You f****d your ex?”
I grimaced. “That’s the part you’re latching onto? Not the lab, not the crib, but the f*****g thing?”
He shrugged. “Let’s just say, I live vicariously through you.”
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