““Shut up, Kathleen.” “Shut up, Miranda.” “God, enough with the shut ups, please,” Evan said, walking down the stairs looking good enough to eat (at least to Matt). . . . “Hi.” Matt held up the bag of melting Ben & Jerry’s. “I uh…this belongs in the fridge.” “I’ll make room.” “I’ll follow.” “I’ll vomit,” Miranda muttered ... Kathleen took great delight in asking “Why she’s got that stupid smile on her face?””
