“The bed is a twin.”
“That’s even worse,” Potsy claims. “What does your Protegé do?”
I tell him.
Potsy moans. “He drives around bachelorette parties?”
Dee pauses. “Potsy, you validateparking.”
I hear Potsy rifle his desktop. “Fuck, you’re right. I am a Welcome Wagon lady with discount tickets for Melissa Etheridge.”
Dee continues. “How great that you became a cougar before I could. Just proceed with caution, Barry. You’re a man of means.”
“One fuck doesn’t make me reckless.”
“You only did it once?” Potsy screeches. “Did the cougar need a catnap?”
“Pots, lay off. He’s still mulling over the house deal,” Dee says.
Potsy begins to sing. “Barry and Jarod, sitting in a tree…K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” He rushes in one more dig before we all hang up. “Well, enjoy your Roman spring, Mrs. Stone.”