Dinah was glad that Jen seemed to be honestly taking the news about Dean in stride. A little surprised, but glad that it wasn't going to cause hurt feelings.
She smiled slightly. She certainly had had a lot of wounds inflicted, but emotional and physical, over the years. But she wasn't interested in dwelling. She'd survived those things, and she wasn't going to sit around and stew about it all.
At least, not any more than she had to.
"Maybe," she said with a shrug. "I suppose you'll see some of it whenever you do your research. Not really a competition I'd want to win though."
She moved toward the door and then tilted her head toward Jen.
"All the same, if you ever need a girls' night out, you know how to get in touch with me. Nothing like commiserating over the bizarre things the men who've claimed to love us do, right?'