“I’d like to propose a toast.” Nora lifted her glass. Hazel and I did the same. “To Everly. May this time of singlehood be as long or as brief as she wishes. And may the next man in her life be the one to sweep her off her feet, and may he also have a big dick.” “I’ll drink to that.” I lifted my glass to clink against theirs, and we all took a sip. Sweep her off her feet. I didn’t see that happening anytime soon. But I was nothing if not a perpetual optimist, and a girl could still dream.
