Despite all the sleepovers, or the sneaking out to drape toilet paper over someone’s house, or the weeks at summer camp together, Tammy, Jennifer, and I drifted apart once we entered junior high. But they were my cohorts during my happiest childhood years, the ones during which my mom was healthy and present enough to help me with my homework, not to mention that ridiculous election speech, and when it didn’t seem odd that my dad bought a motorcycle and drove off to Canyonlands on a vacation with a male buddy.
Catch that? Something is being set up here.
