Jealousy is a funny thing. I have a funny relationship with it.
Sometimes I get angry.
Sometimes I get…new lingerie. And fishnets, and a proper trench, and I wear those things on a flight as I close in to re-stake a claim. People stare—in the airport, on the plane, in the Lyft—wondering about the woman in a semi stripper costume out in public.
Yes, that’s right. This is exactly how I meant to look. I have something to attend to.