"Do you ever hate Ken?" Isabella had asked her friend Mary a couple of weeks ago. They were getting manicures on a Wednesday night after work and the question just came out. Ken was Mary's new boyfriend, a nice guy who made all of their friends comment, "Oh, there he is. That's what she's been waiting for," as if finding your perfect match was a guarantee as long as you were patient enough.
Mary raised her eyebrows and looked closely at a nail she'd just smudged.
"Hate him?" she asked.
"Yeah. Hate him." Isabella said. "The other night I looked at Harrison and I just...I don't know."
"I don't know if I ever hate him," Mary said. "But he sure bugs the living fuck out of me sometimes."
Mary raised her eyebrows and looked closely at a nail she'd just smudged.
"Hate him?" she asked.
"Yeah. Hate him." Isabella said. "The other night I looked at Harrison and I just...I don't know."
"I don't know if I ever hate him," Mary said. "But he sure bugs the living fuck out of me sometimes."
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A laugh-out-loud moment where I found myself nodding at my book and to myself on the subway. It was refreshing that I never had to say this out loud but someone else did and even took the time to write it into a book. Do you ever look at those around you, the ones you love and think, "What the hell am I doing hanging around with this person?" Yeah well me too, almost every other day.
(Girls in White Dresses by Jennifer Close)
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