Dylan took another bite, craning her neck to peer at the plastic bag behind me. “What else did you bring me?” “Siri, play ‘Material Girl.’” I slapped her hand away when she tried to snatch the bag from around my body, laughing. “Siri, play ‘My Best Friend Screwed My Older Brother.’” She finished her cupcake in one bite. “Oops. Never mind. No one wrote a song about a betrayal so cutting and deep.” “I’m sure there’s a country song about it,” I muttered. “It’s not like I slept with your boyfriend.” “If you’d have slept with my boyfriend, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
