Happy Place

The effect is somewhat tempered by the way she keeps jumping up and down with a poster board on which she’s scrawled, in her god-awful serial-killer handwriting, SAY IT’S CAROL SINGERS, a Love Actually reference that could not, actually, make less contextual sense. Never mind that there are four more-recent wives she could fixate her jealousy on.” She rolls her eyes. “Dad’s already got a buyer lined up and everything. As the ground drops away, Wyn’s face lights in alternating hues of neon, colors pulsing in a nonsensical rhythm. Everything she did, misguided or not, was out of love.