“Sure,” she agrees on a breath. “I’ll see you at Thanksgiving tomorrow.” The implication of not seeing each other before then hangs in the air. “Yeah. I’ll see you then.” I hang up and groan in the empty parking lot. She’s stubborn. I guess so am I. But when you like someone—as a friend or more—you take the good with the bad, and I like Michelle because of her stubbornness and not in spite of it.
She’s a drag and this book borrrrringgggg holy shit
