Justina asked. “That’s something an old lady says when she wants her son to get married.” She laughed as I scolded her mildly. “You butthole, he meant he needed help decorating. It wasn’t like that at all.” “Still, it’s not something I’d expect a man to say.” She paused. “Then again, I’m impressed when they get beyond ‘duh’ sometimes.” I laughed then. “Well, you do tend to be attracted to conversationalists.” “You’re an ass.” “Yep. I think it’s nice for a man to actually want help decorating.” We went on to talk about what ingredients we still needed for the cookout and other various things before returning to the subject of Eramus. “Why do you suppose it’s so important to him?” Justina asked. “Potato salad?” “No, I mean why do you think Eramus wants the place to look so…established? It sounds to me like he wants to look like he’s been there for a while.” She was right. “You noticed that too, huh? Maybe he’s just eager to have a new start.
