“The girls have been talking.” I told Paul when he came over. It was an out of blue statement. He stared at me. We were in my apartment. My wife and I had painted to walls crimson, we thought they were cool, but they were ultimately a mistake. We sat on the couch.
“Kim thinks you’re lonely.” Paul’s fiancé was studying in France. She’d been away for a six months and would likely be at least a year. Paul nodded.
“Of course I am. I’ll survive.”
“Anne was getting concerned. You’ve been spending a lot of time with Rebecca recently.”
“Hey.” He was indignant. “Nothing is happening with Rebecca, and it’s not really your business.” I raised my hands disarmingly.
“Agreed. Not mine. But Anne and Kim have apparently been talking and Kim asked if Anne could do something about it.”
“Like what? Is this supposed to be an intervention?” He smiled. “I actually think that’s kinda cute. And really sweet. But you guys have literally nothing to be worried about.”
“Again, not me. But Kim is worried that you might be lonely enough to be tempted by some seductress and she talked to Anne about it. They came to an agreement and told me about it.”