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Rae changed into her bathrobe too. Over the gap in her bedroom wall, she called out, โWhatโre you trying to butter me up for?โ She was the one who shouldโve been cooking an Elle-belle scramblette. โHave I been replaced as maid of honor by Comedian Courtney?โ The couple of times Rae had tried to make plans with Ellen recently, Ellen had been out with a woman from work named Courtney, who was apparently โthe most hilarious human in the history of humanity.โ Rae had mentally tallied the ways in which she was no doubt funnier than Courtney before coming to the conclusion that, given that her core competency was her heart, not her humor, she should lean into her differentiation rather than conforming to the competitionโs friendship model. Would Courtney wipe Ellenโs vomit from the toilet seat or put poems on her pillows? Rae didnโt think so. โMaid-of-honor duties are safe,โ Ellen said, handing her a plate of Rae-bae scramblette. โItโs just โฆโ โWhat?โ Ellen said the next sentence very quickly, as if it were a single ten-syllable word. โAaron wants us to move in together.
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