J.J. had collapsed with her upper body across my thighs and hips, Nathaniel curled around her, his hair tangled over them and my legs. Jason managed to grab the wet wipes on the bedside table so he could clean me up enough to not completely trash the sheets. As he cleaned up my breasts, he said, “I made the mess, it’s the least I can do.” I gave him a thumbs-up, because I still couldn’t talk or move. Good that he was mobile, good for him. But once he had me mopped up, he curled against my side, one arm across my stomach, his head resting against my shoulder. J.J. found her voice first, though she was a little hoarse from screaming. “You both should come on one of Jason’s visits to New York. We could have so much fun.” “How would you introduce Anita and Nathaniel to Freda?” Jason asked. She rubbed her face against my thigh and said, “Anita as our lover, and Nathaniel as mine, and your best friend.”
