“I had a fight. Like a boxing fight,” I clarify when her confusion lingers. A long, drawn out ‘ohhhh’ sounds before a tiny fist whacks my bicep. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she demands. “I would’ve gone.” She would’ve? “Really?” The indignant, slightly lopsided ‘duh’ look she shoots me says it all. “Okay.” Fuck me, I’m smiling like a loser. “Next time.”
