Schuyler squealed and dropped his coffee mug this morning while reading the news. It appears Brad Pitt is about to be single again.
We all won bets. Brad Pitt isn't someone you settle down with. You just jerk your dress back down to cover your knees and make your way home, tucking your hair behind your ears and fixing your smeared lipgloss.
All of this applies only, of course if it's Brad Pitt circa Legends of the Fall, 1994ish or thereabouts.
Several of us nod. Yup. That hair.
I turn to ask Lochlan if he'll grow his hair that long and he looks cross. Isn't it already, he asks?
No, I shake my head. Not quite. Maybe if we pulled on his huge loopy curls. Wait, maybe it is.
He's a little riled up this morning anyway. I didn't buy into his grand plan to stick it to Caleb using me as a weapon. Weapons don't have feelings, right? Instead I went off and listened to my own inner drummer, who marched right up to the loft and then on the way home jerked her dress back down over her knees, tucked her hair behind her ears and fixed her lipgloss.
Does that mean August isn't someone you settle down with?
Definitely not. He said as much. I'm on borrowed time anyway but at the same time he's got an addictive personality and I'm addictive.
This must be how Brad feels.
