The Right Kind of Wrong Page #2

Danny since junior nationals.

Danny and I made the

Olympic team, Garnet didn't.

But, you know, while we got

to ski all over the world,

you got to hang out in your

parents' basement and smoke hash.

Um, what I wanted to get to,

what I wanted to say to you, Colette:

you are so lucky to be

with a man like Danny.

Danny, I love you.

Hi.

Your mom thinks you rushed into this.

Mothers.

- They're so often right.

- Not mine.

I'm sorry, who are you?

- Leo Palamino.

- Hi, Leo.

Do you want to get a coffee sometime?

Or a drink?

Dance? Charcuterie plate?

Everyone's big into those these days.

This is my wedding.

We all have baggage.

Sorry.

I got cornered by some guys

I haven't seen since Dartmouth.

Hey!

Glad you could make it.

Obviously the guest list

is a little lopsided.

- I blame this lone wolf.

- He's not your friend?

Never seen him before in my life.

Not true.

Last year you chased me up 17th.

I lost you in the alley.

You're the guy.

You keyed my car!

- Your Hummer. Yes.

- You had a Hummer?

Just for a few months.

You have to be kind of

a dick to drive a Hummer.

And you should not be with a dick.

You should be with me.

This is a joke, right?

No.

Whoa-hoa!

- God!

- Holy sh*t, that hurt!

That guy just hit on my wife!

Garnet, Cooper, stop him!

- Get that guy!

- Oh!

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

The Troys.

I think I'm gonna kick him;

really wail on him, if that's cool.

Dude, I'm a lawyer. I don't

think we should kick him.

Danny, come on! We have

the moral high ground here.

I feel like you guys

just need to make a decision.

Wait, people have pointed

this guy out to me.

Wasn't your wife the real estate

chick who wrote the blog?

Ex.

- Didn't she get a book deal, too?

- Bro, that's gotta hurt.

Nothing like he's gonna hurt when

I pulverize him. Piece of sh*t!

Cooper, stop!

He's been kicked enough.

Just get off our property.

Ha.

I know you miss Snow.

But you gotta get yourself together.

And Balls?

For the first time,

I know it's possible.

That guy's wife wrote the blog.

I know. Can you believe

he kept doing this dead-end job?

Julie's blog meant there were no shortage

of strongly-felt opinions

about my choices.

Usually, I tell them off.

At least for their lame attempt

at hushed tones.

But... not today.

'Morning, kitchen.

- 'Morning, Leo.

- Hup!

Is this some weird

calm before the storm...

before you really freak out?

- Julie's book deal.

- No. Not gonna freak out.

You wanna know why?

I met someone.

That's fantastic! Where?

- A wedding.

- Whose?

Hers.

Don't you have a school

to be ridiculed at?

Granted, there

are obstacles. But...

it's time for a new theme.

I saw him again today.

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