I blink my eyes open to Anneli hovering over my prone form.
“Morning,” I say.
“What are you doing sleeping on the sofa?”
“I came down for a snack but was too tired to go back to your bedroom.”
“I didn’t wake you for dinner because my mom said to let you sleep after I told her how sick you were.”
“That’s okay. I probably wouldn’t have been able to eat a heavy meal, anyway.”
“How are you feeling this morning?”
I slowly move to a sitting position afraid of another dizzy spell. “The dizziness and queasiness are gone.”
“Good.”
“Why are you dressed?”
“I’m going to the mall.”
“This early?”
“It’s nearly noon, sleepyhead.”
“Oh.”
“Are you up to going?”
“Yeah, I feel a lot better.”
“Get dressed. I’ll wait for you down here.”
“I’ll be ready in twenty.”
“Honestly, Anneli, was buying eight pairs of booty shorts really necessary?” I ask as we leave the clothing store.
I’m becoming more fatigued by the second.
“Umm, yeah. You’ve seen my ass. It’s made for them.”
I roll my eyes. “Summer isn’t for another two and a half months.”
“It’ll be here before you know it. You should’ve bought some for yourself.”
“Trust me. No one wants to see my boney ass in booty shorts.”
“True, you have a flat one.”
“Oh, fuck you.” I hit her arm.
“Hey, I’m only agreeing with you.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I want to check out a few more stores then we can eat dinner at the food court.”
“The thought of eating anything makes me sick. I need to rest.”
