“You have got to be the most fucking wonderful person I have ever met,” she declared. She sniffled loudly in his ear.
“Oh, come on, you are notcrying because, seriously, that was cheesy as hell.”
Ann-Marie punched him.
“Yeah, that’s more like it. Let’s go pick you out a fabulousdress.”
“Not too fabulous,” she said. “I’m trying to get a job, not place in a drag-queen contest.”
* * * *
“You know,” Beau said, hanging Ann-Marie’s suit bag over the plastic back of the chair in the food court, “if there’s one thing I didn’t miss about having a girlfriend—I mean aside from the girl-bits that I never quite knew what to do with—it’s this.”
“Shopping?”
“Carrying all your shit,” Beau said.
“That’s totally not my fault,” Ann-Marie snarked. “That horrible sales lady handed it to you, even though I paid for it! Besides, I’m carrying your milkshake.” She handed it to him.