‘By the way,’ Jackie smirked, placing a black straw hat triumphantly on her auburn hair, more than aware of how cute she looked for an old bird. ‘All this BS about moving to Jerusalem being better for your career, so-called - I didn’t come in on the last boat at Ashdod. You just want to get me away from Candy.’
He shrugged. ‘Fair enough. You’re a pain in the ass, the pair of you. You, especially, who always said that romance was for people who couldn’t come, carrying on with this…ninny, as if the pair of you were in some lame-ass lesbo rom-com - it’s sickening, to be honest. Either get the fuck down to it and let me watch or give her back her Bratz doll and you and me get on with our lives. Our marriage was meant to be an adventure, not a freaking counselling session. Come on, let’s give Jerusalem a go.’
She scowled. ‘On the other hand, I so want Josh to be happy - and he really seems to like this girl…but Candy and I have this…connection I just can’t give up so easily…’
‘So you’ve got to choose between giving someone who came out of your vagina a chance of happiness, or someone who wants to get into it. Hard choice, Jackie. Toss a coin, why don’t you?’
The literal-minded lush was actually scrabbling in her bag for a shekel. How did she ever manage to dress herself in the mornings? Was that why she slept in her clothes so much? He’d thought it was because she was a drunk, but maybe the half-witted element was pertinent, too.
A sly look crept over her face and she preened, the coin aloft, in a loathsomely self-adoring manner. ‘What makes you think Candy won’t follow me to Jerusalem, IF we move there?’
‘She won’t follow us there. take my word. She’d probably wither to a pile of ashes the minute we hit the city limits, with her morals.’
‘Says the man who offered to rim a parking attendant just to avoid getting a ticket!’