“Hey look, Yara, there’s someone driving the car.”“Ha, ha,” Cherie grumbled. “You two haven’t come upfor air since we picked Yara up from the airport.”“Circle the block,” Brent instructed. “I’m not donekissing her yet.”
“So, Yara brings Brent home to meet her parents, and he ends up in the E.R.”
“Nick is driving us," Jamie informed him. "Nick has a car. Nick has TWO cars. Ha!”
“You slept with Curran and you didn’t tell me? I’m your best friend.”“It didn’t come up.”“How disappointing for you.”Ha-ha. “That’s not what I meant.”
“We laughed. Ha, ha, we went. Ha, ha, ha. I’m not laughing now. Never has a joke filled me with such nausea and paranoia and insecurity and self-pity and dread and doubt.”
“I wouldn’t let you leave the House if I didn’t—there’s too much at stake.” “At stake. Ha-ha.” At his frown, I winced. “Sorry. I kid when I’m nervous.”