Page 48 of Intermission
“You’re getting cold. Come on, it shouldn’t take old Eliza too long to warm back up.”
And courteous. He’s so courteous. Surely, they’ll see that.
If they’ll just give him a chance.
Over the next few weeks, my name appears more and more frequently on the community theatre practice schedule. Even when I’m not at the theatre, Noah and those few sweet kisses we shared at the pond—not to mention a few more we’ve shared since—are on my mind. Too much on my mind, maybe, since I don’t realize I’ve been neglecting my best friend until I ask her to sleep over one Saturday night and she is... surprised.
Jenna:
Srsly?
Faith:
Duh. Let’s pig out & binge watch something til we’re stupid.
Jenna:
Yaaaaaaas.
Jenna:
Speaking of pigs, will there be bacon?
Jenna:
& chocolate?
Faith:
LOL. I’ll see what I can do. But you know mymom.
Jenna:
Grr. Fine. I’ll bring the bacon & chocolate.
Faith:
Enough for two?
Jenna:
Depends on how hungry I am.
Faith:
LOL
At one end of the large family room in my basement, a bar/mini kitchen is well-stocked with healthy snacks—thanks, Mom—and Jenna’s not-so-healthy additions. In no time at all, we’ve arranged a beautiful selection of boxed candy on the coffee table and melted butter to drizzle over Mom’s healthy air-popped corn. We’ve microwaved enough boxed bacon to clog a year off our arterial life—or so Mom says when she comes down and sees the pile on the plate.
Jenna sticks her head out of the movie closet of my large basement family room. “Action, comedy, romance, or... the boys?”
“You have to ask?”
“We’re still vowed to silence about our secret love for boy band deliciousness, right?”
“Yep.”
“Sweet. Girls’ night!Finally.”
