“Ugh, do you remember when this happened? Was it late enough that no one saw me like this?”
I watch as Cammy runs her hands over her face. “I think we went home right after. Mr. Parker said it was time to call it a night.”
“Thank goodness. I’m glad he shut it down.” Who knows what I would have done? Or whom I would have done. I shiver thinking about it. I’m not that kind of girl. I’m a good girl––most of the time, anyway.
Gingerly, I slide on my winter coat as I bend to grab my sparkly heels. “Boots would be good today,” I say nodding toward her window. “It snowed last night.”
“You can borrow a pair of mine. In the front closet. I’d get them for you, but no, just no.”
“That’s fine. Thanks.” I open her front closet and marvel size. It’s bigger than my actual closet, and it’s organized by season and then by color. “That’s bigger than I expected,” I murmur.
“That’s what she said,” snorts Cammy. “Ouch. Don’t make me laugh. It hurts.”
I slide on a pair of older winter boots, laughing, I grab my purse and reach for the door. “I’m leaving. I’ll call you later.”
“Um, hmm,” she mumbles.
I start to giggle but think better of it when pain shoots into my brain. “I’m never drinking again.”
“I heard that,” she mumbles. “And I don’t believe you.”
“Bye. See you tomorrow.”
“Um, hmm,” she mumbles again.
