“I mean it. I didn’t think. I didn’t even want to stay long and I think I assume that everyone else is miserable at those things like I am. I should’ve invited you, and I promise I will next time. Maybe then I won’t be so miserable. I’m sorry, Farley Amalie Jones.” I make a sound in the back of my throat. “Don’t use my middle name, that’s cheating.” It makes me feel all feminine and lovely, which makes the reptilian part of my brain want to follow it up with a burp.
