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“Yeah, but they’re perfect for each other,” I said. “They’re so alike.”
“Ugh, I think that’s the problem. They’re too alike. You don’t want to date or marry someone that’s dressed like you. Then life becomes dull and mundane. You want to marry your opposite. You want to marry someone that challenges you, that makes you think about life in different ways. You want to marry someone that has different opinions so that you can argue and there are sparks and, well, you know.”
“I guess. I don’t know that I would want to marry someone the opposite of me. I don’t even know who that would be.” For some reason, Finn Joseph’s face popped into my mind, and I tried to ignore it. He was definitely my opposite. And even though he was attractive, he was not someone I would ever want to be with in any way.
“You there, Harriet?” Chelsea asked me.
“Yeah. I was just trying to think who my opposite would be.”
“I don’t know, like the President of the United States of America?” She giggled.
“What, you think I should marry President Biden?”
“Well, he’s already married, so that’s a no.”
“I’m not interested in marrying him, thank you very much.”
“Well, what about ex-President Trump?”
“I’m not interested in marrying him, either.”
“Who are you interested in marrying?”
“No politicians, thank you very much. I don’t think I would ever want to date a politician or a lawyer or a doctor or an accountant or a businessman.”
“Or a Wall Street stockbroker?” she asked slyly.
“Chelsea, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know. I’m just saying you’ve got a mighty hot boss there who’s very rich, and rich is the exact opposite of you.”
“I’m not going to date someone or marry someone just because they’re rich, Chelsea.”
“But just think of all the things that you could get for you and for me and for Polly.”
“I’m not going to marry someone just so I can buy you and Polly gifts.”
“Well, it would be nice if you thought about us.”
“Really, Chelsea?”
“What?” she said, feigning ignorance. “Anyway, I’ve got to go. I have homework to do.”
“Okay. Have a nice night.”
“You, too. And good luck tomorrow.”
“Yeah, thanks. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do tomorrow, seeing as he’s not here.”
“Maybe explore the house or something?”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” I sank down on my bed. “Ooooh, these sheets feel amazing. They’re so soft.”
“Really? Like Egyptian cotton sheets?” she asked.
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
“One thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets?”
