“She makes my biological clock tick, and I didn’t even think I had one.”
“She didn’t make mine tick; she made it turn into an air horn. Volume, max.” Sofie sighs.
“Her snuggles are like a drug. I want to cuddle a hen when she’s not here,” Nalani giggles.
“I’m not saying I want a baby now, but I do think I’m going to start making a list of names. Yours will be added if you literally stop cock-blocking yourself.”
“Fine, whatever, but what if she doesn’t want to bring Savannah to a hockey game with eighteen thousand strangers and her asshole ex?”
“You tell her I have a box that needs filling.”
“I fear that could come off as wildly inappropriate.”
I can’t help but laugh, and clearly, it’s loud enough for Nalani and Sofie to hear, but when she comes in, phone in hand, I see that Sofie is actually on the phone and not here.
“She’s a big bully,” Nalani whispers.
I smile, “You should go.”
Sofie:
I’ve changed plans. I’m doing pregame interviews instead of post-game interviews. A car will pick you three ladies and Noelle up, so we girls are free to do whatever we want afterward. Text me as soon as you pull onto the Bears’ property. I’ll meet you at the press gate.
Me:
Thank you.
Nalani:
Aye, Aye, Captain.
When we climbin the car, I see another girl, Noelle, Sofie’s sorority big has already been picked up.
Nalani hugs her, “Oh my God, you haven’t changed one bit.”
Nalani looks her over, “I mean, that makes one of us.”
Noelle waves her hand in front of herself. “Please tell me I don’t look like I gave up. I put some effort into this. Hopefully, Sofie won’t be so … she’s changed.”
Nalani says, “The first time I saw you was during rush, and I remember you were the Anne Hathaway to Lauren’s Cameron Diaz.”
She cocks her head to the side. “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
I interject. “Hathaway is classic. Diaz is comedic?”
“Yes, beauty versus bombshell.” Nalani agrees
“She was your number one pick for a big, so you picked beauty,” Noelle states with a lift of her shoulder. “We took part in matching, so I know.”
“Sofie and I decided to choose for each other. We wanted someone who was least like us to learn from,” Nalani admits.
She gasps. “Sofie didn’t choose me?”
Nalani’s mouth opens and closes a few times, like she has no idea how to respond.
Noelle waves her hand. “It doesn’t matter.” Then she smiles at me. “You must be Savannah’s mom.”
“Claudia.” I almost laugh. “And it kind of does seem like it matters to you.”
