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“Sorry again,” I mouth, and she gives an absolutely lethal eye roll that I will be thinking about for the next three weeks while I shower and every time I close my eyes to sleep.
She stares at my body, and I glance down at my clothes, worried. The button is fixed, everything is tucked in, and my zipper is up, I look great. It’s the best button-up shirt that I own, it’s got tiny little stripes on it.
He’s precious
My niece, Angel, is wearing a shirt and pants with a skeleton printed over her own bones; her Halloween costume that she’s worn at least twice per week since October. She says she’s paying homage to this singer and that I wouldn’t get it because I’m too old and know nothing about music.
Omg phoebe bridgers mention???
She and I have slightly different understandings of the term “best friend.” Namely, I believe we should talk on the phone once per day, even when we already have plans to see each other, and that she should send me texts when the slightest inconvenience happens. She, on the other hand, prefers to not touch her phone for sometimes tens of hours at a time.
I squint at Jenna, dutifully trying to decide which emotion will win: indignation that she is skipping out on a wedding that I also am dreading, or elation that she’s going out with the hot mom that wears matching workout sets and bench presses twice as much as I do.
He is handsome, I think. Not mafioso handsome, but most definitely math teacher handsome.
“Finally,” Nate breathes, “someone who gets me.”
Pls
Vanessa is hot, like stupid hot. She is hotter than me, I am aware. I would probably have to be an Avenger, or a fucking vampire to be as hot as she is.
She’d sent back a “Haha” and I overanalyzed it for an hour.
My mind paints a very clear fantasy, unbidden, in which Vanessa and I live in domestic bliss. I’ve quit my job, just for a few years, just until the youngest is in pre-school, and Vanessa runs the world all day before she comes home to be with me and our two babies. After the children are asleep, after a delicious dinner I made, unless we ordered in, we make love and in fact make another baby, a third, a girl who we name Vanessa Jr. She has my nose. I think there is something wrong with me.
“Station someone here,” I say as we descend the old staircase. “No one touches him.”
🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
I tell her about the make-out (she screams, high-fives me, asks for details which I do not give because there are more important things about this story),
“Yeah cool but I watched a man die, let’s get back to that”
He looks fancier than my father, but my dad shops almost exclusively at Costco, so that isn’t difficult.
“Ultimately, we’re all family,” Vanessa says. “And family takes care of family.” This is very Fast & Furious of her, but I don’t mention it.
I don’t know what that word means or even how I will spell it to Google it later, but
Ryan’s beard is too solid, I know he uses makeup to fill it in. I have no problem with men wearing makeup, but Ryan has annoyed me since eighth grade, he could be delivering aid to war-torn countries and I would still be annoyed.
“Shall we dance? If we get lucky, we might see Mary stab the Russian.”
“Tomorrow, we forget about this,” she says, and I nod. Then shake my head. “I will probably never, ever forget.” I stare at the spot between her breasts where her shirt hangs open. “But I will pretend.”
“Three men stand between you and my sister, she’s—” I don’t even hear the rest of the scenario, already aiming and shooting
YeaHHHHH
Sean grilled steaks and chicken; Leo made two salads. I did nothing to prepare the meal because, again, my hair was all wrong.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Rafael says. “Sure buddy, okay watch for the curb, yep big jump, okay.”
I will never not be thrilled to follow where she goes.
