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Cissy rushes into the room. Her blonde ringlets are a mess and her lips look like she just got lip fillers. No question what that means. My bestie and Zeke have been all kinds of busy. In an act of kindness from the universe, there are no spit strings dribbling from her chin.
And no, I’m not kidding. It’s happened before.
“So sorry I’m late,” says my bestie.
“It’s fine.” I wave her off. “We met Herbie and we’re ready to roll. No need to stay if you’re busy.”
Cissy plunks herself down onto the empty seat to my right. “I’m not going anywhere. This is so important.” While fanning herself with her hands, my bestie turns to Herbie. “Normally, I’m very good at hiding my emotions, but you’ll just have to excuse me.”
Whatever concerns Herbie had before, he’s definitely moved on from them.
