Writing

So I'm over at KT's, and we're talking about our novel. And we're talking about Love Triangle Number Two, and about what a shame it is that they spend so long not talking to each other.

I mean really, you've got this couple who got married for strictly economic and business reasons - they're friends, but they don't love each other. And she's in love with her husband's best friend. Honestly, the husband wouldn't care less if they slept together, as long as they were discreet about it. In fact, he keeps conveniently leaving them alone together for just that reason. Except that the friend and the wife don't realize that's what he's doing.

I told KT, "I mean, really, it would just take one good drunken conversation between the two men! 'You want her? Go on! I've only been throwing her at you for three years now! No, really! Go on! I'll finish your beer for ya!'"

Luckily, we didn't have to go to the emergency room to get KT's breathing started again...