He stopped and looked over his shoulder and down his bulk atme.
“What, what?”
“The next best thing?”I asked.
“Can we get the shopping done?”he asked back.
I started moving again, and when Mo moved with me, I kept athim.“What do you mean the next best thing?”
“You saw her new man.”
“Yeah.”
He said no more.
“And?”I pushed.
“Let’s not do this,” he said on a sigh.
“Do what?”
“Go there.”
“Go where?”
He stopped again and looked up at me.
“I’m a guy, Lottie, and even I can see he’s betterlookin’ than me,” he stated firmly.
I stared at him.
“He also makes more money than me,” Mo continued.“He’s anattorney.”
That explained a lot, but only about the boyfriend and hisapparel choices for a shopping expedition at King Soopers on a Sunday.
The rest was still unexplainable.
“She moved on fromyouto anattorney?”Iasked.
“Yeah,” he answered.
I busted out laughing.
And I did this so hard, I slapped him on the shoulder bladeto work some of it out.
“That’shilarious!”I cried.
“It’s really not,” he said.
I ignored him.“Ohmigod.What an idiot.You dump her and—”
“She dumped me.”
I stopped laughing and started staring at him again.
“She traded up,” he stated conversationally.“Now can wefinish this and get back?”
“She didn’t trade up, Mo,” I told him quietly.
