“Do you even want that thing anymore? I was talking to Dr.Harris yesterday, and he said you two had a meeting, and you seemed like you didn’t even care, Larissa.”
“That’s not true,” she defended. “He was looking for an update. I gave him one.”
“And you mentioned the book thing?”
“Yes. I told him I was able to use some of my research from my paper for it and could potentially turn it into a book one day.”
“You didn’t mention you’re hoping it’s one day soon, did you? He asked me if I thought you’d actually finish this semester like he thought you would. They’re not going to let you stay in this program forever.”
“Please, as long as I’m paying them, they’ll let me stay.”
“Not true. If you’re not contributing how they think is good for the program, which accepts very few people every year, they won’t. They do need results, Larissa.”
“I’m working on everything I need to be working on and prioritizing things correctly.”
“You’re sure?” her sister asked. “You came here to talk to me about Harlow.”
“No, I didn’t,” she argued and pulled open the door to the on-campus food court. “I came here to have lunch. I was working in the library before that, and not on the book thing, like you call it, either. Then, you asked me how I was doing because you said I looked like crap, and I told you I didn’t think I slept well. That’s how we got here.”
They walked inside the building, and Aggie stopped to look at her.
“How did it feel?”
“How didwhatfeel?”
“Waking up with her? I assume you two haven’t ever done that.”
“No, we haven’t,” she replied, shaking her head.
“So, how did it feel, Larissa?”
“Confusing.”
“Why?”
“Because… I was touching her in a way I shouldn’t be touching my friend.”
“Youwere?”
“Arm under her breasts.”
“How’d they feel?”
“I didn’t actually touch them. God, Aggie.”
Aggie laughed and said, “Her boobs are small. Just curious.”
“Stop talking about Harlow’s breasts. And they’re not small; they’re… perfectly proportioned for her body size and shape.”
“Ah, yes, the sentence allbest friendsfind themselves saying about their best friend counterpart,” Aggie joked.
“I hate you sometimes,” Larissa said with a laugh. “And I’ve been looking into self-publishing. I think I can have the book draft written, get someone to edit it, and then, maybe self-publish it so that I don’t have to wait for a publisher to get back to me or anything.”
“If that’s what you want, go for it. Just make sure you are really prioritizing everything you need to prioritize in the right order.”
“Yes, I understand – I’m supposed to have ‘doctor’ in front of my name soon.”
“No, I meant this Harlow crap,” Aggie said before she pointed to an empty table. “Your personal life, your overall happiness, goes over everything else, Larissa. If it’s Harlow, you have to get that all sorted out. Everything else should come after that.”
