But Cassidy isn’t ready to forgive me yet. “Jesus, just get over it already. Ever since it happened, you’ve been—”
Sophie interrupts her. “What Cassidy means is we miss the old Evie. Not everyone’s going to end up like your parents. Some people are happy.”
“I’m sorry I’ve been so selfish. I’ve been a complete idiot,” I say to Cassidy.
She shakes her head, but I catch a glimpse of a small smile. “Complete idiot bitch,” she says.
“I’m sorry I was a complete idiot bitch,” I say, smiling back at her. “I didn’t mean any of what I said. I’m so happy you guys are happy.”
Cassidy beams. It might be the first known beaming in Cassidy history.
“You’re beaming.”
She scowls. “I don’t beam.”
“Yes you do,” says Sophie.
And then Cassidy does another un-Cassidy-like thing: she blushes.
We all stare at her.
“Fuck,” she says.
We spend the rest of the day catching up. Martin’s right that Sophie and Cassidy are charter members of the public displays of affection fan club. And the wordbabeneeds to be exorcised from their vocabulary. And it really is strange watching them touch and kiss.
But I can’t deny that they’re happy. Really happy.
I wish I could make it last for them. That’s the superpower Ishouldhave, making love last forever.
We keep hanging out until it’s time for me to head home for dinner.
Sophie pulls me into a hug. “We missed you, Evie.”
Cassidy joins the hug. “Next time we won’t forgive you so easily.”
“This was easy?”
“You still have all your organs,” Martin says, wrapping his arms around all of us.
“That’s true,” I say. “I missed you guys too.”
CHAPTER 35
Bachata Monday
“I’M GLAD YOUmade up with them,” X says as soon as he walks into the studio on Monday evening.
I texted him last night to tell him I fixed things with Sophie and Cassidy.
“Me too,” I say. “You were right.”
He pulls me into a hug. “I’m right a lot. You’re going to have to get used to that.”
“Oh, shush,” I say. Our eyes connect. The air between us shifts from teasing to wanting.
“When I said get to know each other, I did not mean biblically,” Fifi says loudly and with a cackle from the doorway.
We spring apart. Fifi cackles more.
