“Go away,” I tell Sabrina. “I love you. You’re my favorite. But you have to go away. I’m gonna have fun in secret.”
“I amnottaking her clothes off or doing anything if she takes them off herself,” Theo says.
There’s only one of him.
I wonder if that’s because he’s so unique. Like all of the extra Theos that are special are on the inside instead of the outside.
We’re the same, but opposite.
My brain is still wrapping around that.
It’s a lot. Especially on this much coconut rum.
“What’s behind the closed door?” Sabrina asks.
“All of his extra pussy. Go away,” I reply.
And then I snortle again.
“I am definitelynotgoing away,” my other very best friend in the entire world replies.
“If you love me, you’ll go away,” I tell her.
She laughs at me. “Not a chance, sweetie.”
“I’ll give you a cookie.”
“Tell me a secret, and maybe I’ll go away.”
Ha. I can do that. “A pig attacked Theo’s car. Go away.”
“Told us that one at the bar already,” she replies.
“Whoops.”
I don’t look at Theo.
Even under the influence of a thousand piña margaritas, I know I told that secret.
“Was Emma mad?” I whisper.
“Was the pig named Chandler?”
“Now it is.”
All of the Sabrinas double over laughing.
“Chandler has the staff holding an open bungalow for someone,” Theo says.
The Sabrinas stop laughing.
“Why’s that not funny?” I ask.
Not that I care.
I want to go live in a pile of kittens.
Shh.
