Fuck that

As far as you were concerned, no amount of money would make you want to chat up Brian after all he did to you in high school. “That’s a nice idea honey, but- I feel like I already have enough trouble keeping all the neighbor’s names straight. And I’m so tired from work, I just don’t think I have the energy.” You lie. “Oh…” Katie says, sounding a little put out by this answer. “That’s alright, I know they’re working you hard recently. I’ll handle the baking and the welcome, don’t worry.” She assured you. You felt kind of bad, but no good could come from you interacting with Brian again. Katie spent some time baking some cookies and put them in a nice gift basket. The smell of the pastries was intoxicating, even from across the house. “Okay honey, I’m gonna walk over there now, I’ll be back in a bit!” She called out to you. You let your wife walk alone to your bully’s house.