Gaie Houston

My boyfriend woke up at 2am, looked me dead in the eye, and said, "Don't worry, it's getting better." In a flawless American accent. Which would be fine—if he weren't Australian. I blinked. "Why are you American?" He doesn't even pause. Just reroutes like a haunted GPS and repeats, "Sorry, it's getting better," but now in posh Victorian agony. Like