Nathan patted his belly. “Wait until you get in your late thirties. Just looking at something deep fried gives you heartburn.” “Bummer. I’m gonna hate being as old as you, William. Then again, you’ll always be older than me. So there’s that.” William reached over and socked Nathan’s arm. “Asshole.” Their waitress had kept the beer and the food coming as they all hung out, told lies and insulted each other. In other words, a pretty fun night out with his friends. Joe seemed to find it hilarious that Nathan’s ex-fiancé—more like a psycho who announced in the newspaper that they were engaged without talking to Nathan first—kept staring over at their table. “Steffie can’t take her eyes off you.” Joe laughed and laughed. “Quiet or I’ll send some beers over to Dolly’s table, and then you’ll have to deal with my sister. I heard her threaten you about, what did she say…” “Big-haired, mammoth-hootered skanks I believe was the phrase she used. My romantic, fragile flower.”
