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Hallie
No, not really. I’m sure the sizes you got are fine. But that will keep mom distracted long enough for you to make all your final plans so by the time she comes up for air there won’t be any wedding stuff left for her to fuck around with.
Jo
Hal, you don’t have to do that. I would never foist mom on you.
Hallie
You’re not foisting her on me. You’re foisting her on all of Pittsburgh’s retail establishments.
Jo
I don’t want to do that to them either, but thank you. I need her out of all things wedding for the next two weeks. We really should have just gotten married in Vegas. Jordan was totally up for it, but I had to be all, I want a big party and blah blah blah. I’m regretting all my life choices right now.
Me
Two more weeks, Jo Jo. You’re almost there.
Jo
Ugh, I know. But two weeks is two weeks too long. Distract me. What’s going on with Noah? Give me all the sexy details.
Me
I literally had breakfast with you this morning. What do you think changed between then and now?
Jo
Listen, the man literally walked you down two flights of stairs from his apartment to mine because “this is how my girl gets treated.” And breakfast with me was actually second breakfast because he made you coffee and baked you muffins. From scratch. I mean, fucking swoon, Hans.
Me
He makes muffins every day.
Jo
For you. Like I said, fucking swoon.
Hallie
HOLD THE FUCK ON.
I walk away for two minutes to get my kids up from naptime and this happens?
How is it possible there’s a Noah thing going on and NO ONE BOTHERED TO TELL ME?? I knew I saw something between you guys in Vegas.
Me
There wasn’t much to tell.
Jo
If you think sleepovers, him making her coffee and muffins every morning, and them spending a fuck ton of time together not much to tell.
Hallie
That is the opposite of not much to tell, and I’m not sure I like the two of you living there while I’m here. I miss all the good stuff.
