I told Roshonda. We were sitting at the bar at Finnegan’s, across the street from Rainbow Cake. It was the start of Friday night happy hour. It was also the end of my long, long day, but Roshonda was just getting going. She actually had a date afterward. Lucky her. Ben had texted that it was unlikely he would get away from his second gig in time to meet, so I had a date with an early night and my first sleeping pill. Lucky me. When I caught our reflection in the mirror behind the bar, I had to say we looked pretty good. I was still in my “wedding cake lady” navy lace sheath dress with the long sleeves. Roshonda’s sleeveless dress was in that chartreuse green called “lemongrass” that looked so good against her skin. Roshonda caught me looking at us. “You know, I could pass for Kerry Washington in this dress and you for one of those skinny women anchors on The Today Show. We’re gorgeous, I hope you realize.”
