Happy to the Max.
You know why Max is so happy? It’s not because he’s in California Pizza on Long Island. It’s not even because he just dyed his hair blonde, or even because he’s about to order the BBQ chicken Pizza. Max is happy because the famous astrologer we drove to Cold Spring Harbor to see didn’t tell Max he’d miscarry if he got pregnant this year. Instead, he told me! However, he did tell Max he was never going to have a serious relationship. Ever. So, I suppose we’re sort of even.