"Josie, can we talk?" she questions, acting as if I hate her enough to send her away.
I should. Any woman should have the right to say no and slam the door in the face of the person who broke up her marriage. I consider doing it, but then she sniffles and runs a Kleenex underneath her eyes, smearing her mascara. It's obvious she's been crying hard even before she made it to my door.
I step back giving her room to come in. "Sure, Lindsey. What's wrong?"
I don't even feel guilty that for a split-second I hope she is here to tell me that Barry was in a horrible car accident and was decapitated in a gruesome fashion.
Okay fine, I feel a little guilty about it. He's an asshole, but he is Emma's dad.
The skinny tall beautiful blonde who only makes me want to rip out her hair on occasion sit
