“I’m not expecting ‘Kumbaya,’ but I think you should at least come up with a plan to apologize to Tamara.” “Her name is Tessa,” I snap, annoyed suddenly by her small mistake. She smiles and pulls her brown hair to one shoulder. “Tessa, sorry. I have a cousin named Tamara, and it was in my head, I guess.” “What makes you assume I’ll be apologizing, anyway?” I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth while waiting for her response.
Because you have to???
