She laughed, too. Both of us broke into hysterical laughter, pointing at each other. “What did you do?” I asked, falling into another laughing spell. “I can’t … I’m laughing … too hard!” Her response had me gasping for breath between obnoxious bouts of laughter, and I fell back against the bed. Which made us laugh more. The two of us must’ve looked and sounded absolutely juvenile. But it felt good to laugh.
