The sight of Margo on the other side of it elates me. I run over and open it for her and hug her until she can’t breathe. “What are you doing here?” I ask, not really caring, just thankful she’s with me. “Please tell me you’re moving home today.” “No.” Margo shakes her head. She and Jenn have made it painfully clear they are not moving home. “It’s my grandmother’s birthday tonight. Eighty years. Any of this sounding familiar?” There’s a vague recollection forming in my mind. “I texted you weeks ago and told you the date.” “Yes. I kind of remember.” I turn and walk into the kitchen with Margo following me. “Eighty, huh? God bless her.” “Oh, he has. She’s a treat,” Margo says, and I remember the time her grandmother snuck us liquor in high school at her brother’s graduation party. “Remember, we’re supposed to have a little reunion tomorrow? Sam’s coming down from Philly.
