Five minutes late. Move aside people, seriously. I shoved past two businessmen who had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to chat. Dread inched up from my gut. Being late was part of it. But truth be known, it was mostly t...
The night before, Fiona had texted, ordering me to meet her at the boathouse at five thirty to row on the Charles. That wasn’t what pulled me out of bed, however. I enjoyed it, the process of more doing and less thinking. Bend the knees, reach back with the oars, dip the o...
I was nursing yet another hangover. Jess, on the other hand, showed no signs of a hangover as she flitted around on tiptoe, conjuring up several varieties of greasy food for me.“How is it that you never get drunk or hungover?” I asked. My head felt ready to pop off.She gazed at me over her should...
I wasn’t sure if Ethan would be waiting inside. I thought back to our last meeting and couldn’t help feeling that our friendship was teetering on a precipice. Would it survive? Should it?“Well, look what the cat dragged in?”“Sorry, Ethan. I was running late.” I fell into the chair opposite him.“G...