“You’re so inappropriate,” I hissed to Meredith. “This is a wake.” But the edge of a smile told her I didn’t really mean it. “Yeah, but I got you smiling. And as your best friend, that’s my job. But your aunt is gesturing for you to go to her, and since I’m a bad influence, I should probably go find someone else to talk to. Or make out with. I wonder if your cutie has a friend…”
