I’ve got my nose lodged in a rack of other people’s clothes when my best friend taps me on the shoulder frantically.
“How about this one?” Abigail asks, shoving a dead cat into my arms.
“Ew.” I jump back and nearly knock over a row of vintage dresses with yellowing sleeves and a certain old-lady smell to their armpits.
“Relax, Cham, it’s rabbit.” Abigail sniffs the collar and wrinkles her nose. “Or was rabbit.”
What am I supposed to do?
I can’t lose her, not completely. She’s right; our split was inevitable. But not like this. Not forever. And part of me was hoping… maybe not at all. Maybe something would change at the last minute – isn’t that how things usually happen for me? For us?
Spring renewal comes with many things – the annual Sheffield Family Lawn Game Tournament, my part-time job at the Talbot plant nursery, an inexplicable increase in dick drawings on the outside of my locker.
Blog Tour ~ Prom-Wrecked by Jennifer DiGiovanni and T.H. Hernandez