Page 52 of Over the Edge

My thumbs hover over the screen for a heartbeat before I send a question I desperately want to know the answer to

Evelyn

How are you?

Quinn

Well, this happened…

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Evelyn

How did they get your latte art to look like a vulva?

And where can I get one?

Quinn

You don’t drink coffee

Evelyn

I would if all my coffee was anatomically accurate

Quinn

Liar

It turns out that the coffee shop around the corner from her apartment had a new hire who was struggling with steaming milk. For the last month, Quinn’s lattes have been borderline pornographic.

I can’t help but wonder if I’ve missed out on any other vulva latte level incidents. It’s so dumb, so unimportant compared to so many other moments in our friendship but I want it back so badly.

Evelyn

The only thing that would make tonight better is if you were here too.

Quinn

Same here.

You know you can tell me anything, right?

The light in my chest sputters for a moment, a candle flickering in gale force winds.

Evelyn

I know

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Evelyn

E and G’s Musical Adventure: The Sequel: Friday, 4 p.m. - 8 p.m. @ My Place

“Iwill. If I ever go out somewhere like that alone I will text you with all the details,” I say. My phone is balanced precariously between my ear and shoulder as I open the door for Garrett. “Mom, I promise. I’m fine.”

I didn’t notice the missed calls from her. She must have tried to call yesterday when we were driving through a dead zone. Like with Avery, it’s not my place to say that Garrett is here, so I told her I went to see the leaves on my own. If the last hour I’ve spent on the phone is any indication, this has turned out to be a mistake.

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