Love and Hate Fade Like Lingering Smoke

After my childhood friend got cheated on and divorced, I wanted to help him get back on his feet. I gave him money, a house, and even opened a menswear boutique for him. He was thin-skinned and shy, so I ran around promoting it myself and bringing in customers. My fiancée, Trudy Henson, frowned, displeased. "If he doesn't have what it takes, he shouldn't open a shop. Every single time you have to clean up his mess. Is he some overgrown baby?"