CHAPTER SIX: WILLIAM
“D
oes Anna
you’re seeing another woman? You should just break up with that woman, you know. She’s ghastly.” Scowling at Nash, I stabbed my lasagna even as he leaned back in his chair, his hands raised in surrender. “I’m just sayin’… she’s got a gold eye. And she’s not even that attractive in the sense… like- what does she even do? She’s never cooked for you, never handmade you a present- nothing.”
“First of all, I’m not seeing another woman. And secondly…” Trailing off, I stared down at my plateful through narrowed eyes. Natalie had spent hours in the kitchen, and I could taste her excitement in the food. This was the first time Nash, Frank, and I were having our holiday dinner together.
Because we were all usually so miserably single that we had to spend a night
