"What are you doing, Stella?"Guiltily, I slammed my laptop shut. Recently Liz had been more of a taskmaster than a friend, but whether that was because I was procrastinating on my dissertation or because I now lived with her, I wasn't sure.
Sometimes I really, really hated Eastern History. Stupid Georgia was making splashes, which meant I had to do research where I thought I was done. And Liz didn't really have room for me in her apartment, and my being here was sort of cramping her and Dave's romance, and geez but I hated Ken, anyway.
You think you know a person, you really do; then you find out that marriage doesn't mean anything to them.
You'd really think that marriage meant something.
So maybe it was too embarrassing to tell Liz, but it sure was therapeutic to sell Ken's lover's underwear on eBay.
Way more therapeutic than Georgia.
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