Eat, Pray, Love

And then Richard spoke again, snapping my thoughts back quickly to the world’s more ba-
sic realities: “After all, baby, remember what they say—sometimes the best way to get over
someone is to get under someone else.”
I laughed. “OK, Richard, that’ll do. Now you can go back to Texas.”
“Might as well,” he said, casting a gaze around this desolate Indian airport parking lot.
“Cuz I ain’t gettin’ any prettier just standing around here.”
Eat, Pray, Love