Grant sits there for a beat, while Freddie's footsteps retreat down the stairs, then quite matter-of factly picks up the nearest book from the floor and flings it at the door. It hits with a crack and thuds quietly to the floor. My sentiments exactly. Alex shakes his head. You know, that son of a bitch is the first guy I ever dumped.
Grant collapses back against the sofa.
But not as stupid as him. Yeah, and I'm not as ugly as Walter Matthau. Oh, hush up, darlin'. Grant reaches over to smooth his hair gently. Don't let him get to you.