Dani asked as she plopped down a basket of laundry fresh off the line. “He was too busy causing his own pain,” Jolie said, gathering up a sheet and burying her nose in it. She loved air dried sheets. “How so?” Jolie gave her a rundown of how Dylan had attempted to kill himself changing a lightbulb. “Actually,” she said in a musing voice after she’d finished, “it made me like him more—for about a minute.” Until he’d shot down her impromptu ideas for attracting new business. “I never dreamed he was a cut-corners kind of guy.” “I don’t think you know him very well.” “Are you kidding? We spent about two hundred hours together during our junior year.” “And talked about?” “The many ways in which I was failing him?” Dani shrugged and shook out a bed sheet.
