Rock Bottom Girl

by Lucy Score

I stared at her as she wiggled into her sweater. When her head popped through the hole, her hair was standing up in all directions. Her makeup was smudged, and she was happier than I’d ever seen her. I did the only thing I could do. I tumbled off my bachelor pedestal face-first, hitting every step on the way down. This was going to be a freaking disaster.

I found Marley and Homer deep in conversation in the kitchen. There were grocery bags on the counter, and Homer was eyeing a new bag of dog treats every time he surfaced from wolfing down his breakfast. “Good morning,” Marley said, beaming at me from across the island. Well, shit. So that’s how it felt. Knowing you wanted to do something every day for the rest of your life. That’s what I wanted right now.