I felt an apology prick my lips. I swallowed. I knew if I said something it would make it real, and I knew she wouldn’t engage. It had been the first Thanksgiving I hadn’t been home for since we were ten. I had gone to Florida with my parents instead. “How did you feel about it?” I asked. “I mean, I wasn’t trying to have sex. But, like, it happened.” “Yeah.” “Whatever. He’s hot.” “Mhm,” I said, shutting my eyes tight. “I gotta go, Sav, I can’t duct tape my boobs with one hand. Love you.” “Love you,” I said, but she had already hung up.
