Page 80 of Thanks for the Memories
She opens her straw and puts it in her water glass. “Enough about her. What’s happening with you?”
Hah. Here we go.
“Well—I have a date tonight.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Ohh, do tell. Is Chef Dante cooking another private meal for you?”
I shift around in my chair. “Actually, I’m going out with Jeremy …”
“You are?” She squeals as if it’s the best news she’s ever heard. “I knew it was only a matter of time before you two gave in to that chemistry. How did he finally ask?”
I put my hands on my cheeks. “I have so much to tell you I don’t know where to begin.”
I don’t think she’s prepared for what I’m about to say.
“Anywhere. I want every detail, and don’t leave anything out. I’ve been stuck taking care of my mother-in-law for days. I need to live vicariously through you.”
Ha. She has no idea.
I start with the morning of the infamous apple cinnamon french toast and go from there.
“Hold on,” Kennedy interrupts me.
“You’re telling me that Bethany was making a move on Dante even after you told her you had feelings for him?”
“Yes, but there’s more,” I say.
I continue talking, and she interrupts every few seconds to ask me questions.
“Reagan, I can’t believe you didn’t you call me when this happened,” she exclaims. “I know how to handle Bethany, and there’s no way she’d say any of those things if I were around.”
“Lila said the same thing. She was mad I didn’t wake her up.”
Kennedy shakes her head. “Whatever. Lila just met her. I’ve known Bethany for years—our family treated her like one of our own, and she repays you by hitting on your man.”
“Whoa, Dante’s not my man,” I remind her.
Kennedy waves her hand. “That’s not the point. You were interested in him, and that makes him off limits to your friends.”
I snort. “Let’s face it, my friendship with Bethany has been over for a long time. For some reason I didn’t want to accept it. It’s a shame too, because things were going so well when she first got here. It was too good to be true.”
The server approaches our table and asks us if we have any questions.
“Anyway, that’s it,” I say holding up my hands. “Bethany is gone, and I don’t know if we’ll ever speak again.”
“Never say never.”
“Well, I’m not planning on it,” I retort. “She’s crossed the line this time.”
Kennedy grits her teeth. “As much as I’d love for that to be the case, I know better.”
“What does that mean?” I ask, frowning.
“Don’t get snippy.”
Typical Kennedy, she loves to drop little digs and then twist them around.
“I’m not being snippy, but I’d like to know what you meant.”
