I rub my eyes then stare at the ceiling, tracing the path of the crack above me. The same crack I look at every morning as I think about Nick. Of course we’re still texting and talking but neither of us has said anything about the ‘friends who do it’ thing. Why? After a week? Maybe that idea of mine wasn’t such a good one. It sure seemed like it at the time. Didn’t it? I’m still clicking through my questions when Josie repeats herself. “Is this a serious question,” I ask, “or do you have an ulterior motive? Because”—I bend my neck to look at the clock—“it’s eight a.m.” “Did you guys actually meet him?” While I try to wake up, I hear the ladies at Josie’s salon chatter and wonder how they can bear sitting upright this early in the morning, then I wonder what they’re talking about. It is Friday. At least a couple of them should have somewhere to go. All I have penciled into my non-existence planner is going home on Saturday to help my dad with his birds then trying to ignore all the stares and gossip at the April Fool’s Dance.
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