“Two years ago, it was an elderly man who shuffled,” I remind her.
Another bang hits, this time right above my head.
They both ignore it. Instead, they kneel beside me.
I zero in on Celeste. “I meant what I said earlier. You’re dead to me.”
She sighs. “Mads, get over it. I’ve been back for two weeks. You need to forgive me eventually.”
“You eloped.”
“Because planning a wedding was stressful.”
“I had plans, Celeste. You robbed me of the chance to organize a bachelorette. There were strippers.”
She makes a face. “Gross.”
“I know,” I say. “That’s the point. It’s about the embarrassment.”
Emmy pinches the bridge of her nose. “Can youtwo kiss and make up before she seizes up permanently?”
Celeste and I lock eyes before we smile at the same time.
She leans down and kisses my cheek.
I lick hers.
She recoils with a groan. “You’re disgusting.”
“You love me.”
“You two are children,” Emmy mutters.
We all laugh, but I immediately regret it.
Ha. Ha. Fucking ha.
Emmy’s smile fades. “Hot yoga really did this to you?”
“Yes.”
“Was he at least worth it?”
“He wasn’t even worth the shower I took beforehand.”
She presses her lips together. “I hate to say it, but I think you need to go to the ER.”
“What do you know?”
“I’m a midwife,” she says. “I know a thing or two about back pain. You need muscle relaxers.”
“I’m not going.”
“Yes, you are,” Celeste says.
“No, I’m not.”
Celeste tilts her head. “And what exactly are you going to do about it?”
