“Either tell me what’s wrong or get out of my house,” Mimi says, her tone teasing. “I fucked up.” “I gathered that. How?” My hands slide down my face, pulling my lip as they go. “I showed my ass.” “Nobody’s going to be mad at that.” “You’re not helping, Mimi.” “I’m old. If you don’t get to the point fast, I might croak.” I sit up, sick of myself. “Here, I’ll help,” she says. “You messed up with Girlfriend #2. Take it from there.” Despite my shitty mood, I can’t help but smile at Girlfriend #1.
