And I, tragically, remain single as a Pringle.
Pippa
We all spilled. Maura, it’s your turn.
I bite my lip. I doubt James shares much about our sex life with the guys, but I doubt he’d be offended if I dropped a crumb of truth to my friends. In fact, as I type out my response, I can picture the way the corner of his mouth twitches when he stops himself from smiling at something ridiculous.
Maura
He’s…very competent with a nailgun.
Pippa
Cat
I'm going to need more details than “competent.”
Maura
…extremely competent?
Brinley
That's just the same word with an adverb.
Pippa
On a scale of IKEA furniture to custom carpentry, where does he fall?
Maura
…the kind of carpentry that requires a permit.
Pippa
OH MY GOD
Cat
I'm screenshotting this conversation.
Brinley
I'm framing it.
Maura
Please don't.
Brinley
I’m sending all of you to horny jail.
I can’t hold back my snorting laugh. My shoulder might still be sore, but I feel better than I have all day. I scroll back up to their reactions to my solo show invitation. I screenshot them all, saving it as my “Emergency Hype File.”
If I’m going to survive the weeks until the show, I need all the pump-ups I can get.
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