Chapter 25: The Other Omega

Pam, unlike Josh, takes the whole thing with a level of disgust fit to bring down God.

“What a complete tool,” she says, exactly as Josh had, but with ten times the venom. As though to prove a point, she rips the top of a breadstick off with her teeth, chewing and swallowing with tangible fury. “Can I just kill him for you?”

“No,” Beth says, although there’s a flicker of irritation beneath her amusement. “Leave the poor man be. If he doesn’t want something serious, that’s nobody’s fault.”

“Um, no,” Pam says, scowling over their Pizza Hut dinner. “It’s his fault, because he’s a tool.”

“Your powers of persuasion are unrivaled,” Beth tells her. She picks a couple of stray olives off of her pizza, but doesn’t eat any.

“And besides,” Pam continues, “he’s the one who seems all gung-ho about showing up to your heats, like he has any right—”