Epilogue
“She makes my heart speed up, man. She puts butterflies in my stomach.”
Jordan Spinelli rubbed his forefinger over his brow. Porco’s words made no logical sense. He supposed it was hyperbole, and not meant to be taken literally. But what else were you supposed to do with words if not take them for their definitive meanings?
If Porco meant that Jules made his heart race, then he could mean that she was engaging his fight or flight responses. In which case, his friend’s new wife was either a predator who would eat him alive. Or she was prey that he planned to chase after. Neither seemed an ideal situation to Spinelli’s mind.
Then there was the bit about butterflies in the stomach; an idiomatic phrase. Spinelli had excelled in school, except when it came to the English language a
