We’re having a night out. You’re coming, Aiden
 
 Sutton:
 
 We won’t take no for an answer
 
 Lee:
 
 I’ve found demanding he show up somewhere isn’t all that successful
 
 Corjan:
 
 Aiden, please meet us for a night out
 
 The cornerof my lip twitches. Despite how shitty I’ve been to all of them, over the last four months, not one of them has given up on me, and for that I’m eternally grateful. It’s why I don’t feel a hint of resistance when I text back:
 
 Me:
 
 When and where?
 
 Lee:
 
 Has hell frozen over?
 
 Jack:
 
 Are pigs flying?
 
 Jude:
 
 Is it a cold day in July?
 
 Corjan:
 
 Must be a blue moon
 
 Me:
 
 Very funny
 
 Jude:
 
 We’re driving out to Sunset bar next Sunday in lieu of Mom’s. Isla’s invited too
 
 Me:
 
 Are all the girls coming?
 
 Lee:
 
 Better brace yourself. Those women can be a handful
 
 Jack:
 
 She can drink virgins with Whitney and swap pregnancy stories
 
 Jude:
 
 And Frankie. She’s not pregnant but she doesn’t drink