I ran around my apartment like a crazy woman, took care of some long overdue cleaning, and fussed in my closet over what, exactly, to bring to my weekend excursion with Thomas. Thankfully Charlie called mid-crisis. “Dude! Thank God you called! I need wardrobe help.” “Hey, graduate! Whatever you need. You going out to celebrate?” “I’m spending the weekend with Thomas, actually. He’s taking me away somewhere. It’s a surprise.” There was silence on the other end of the phone. “Hello?” I said. Charlie sighed dramatically. “Yeah, I’m here.” “Oh, well hey, try to contain your enthusiasm,” I snarked. “Whatever. Mom told me not to hassle you, so I won’t, but I draw the line at pretending I’m happy about something that I’m not.” I thought of saying, “Oh, like how we all pretend when it comes to your dick-bag boyfriend?”
