“Lexi, if you want things to change, it’s
up to you.”
“Things
to change?”
“You
know what I’m talking about.”
MARISA and LEXI
The
next day, Marisa calls to confirm our dinner plans for the evening. I love
Moroccan cuisine, so her choice couldn’t be more perfect. I can eat couscous
and tajines all the time. Erin accuses me of getting her addicted since every
time I dine at home she feels compelled to concoct a new couscous recipe.
Marisa
is already there and, as always, she’s luminous. She could pose for glamorous
photo shoots or be a runway model. She has a superb body and a gorgeous face,
along with sparkling green eyes and silky chocolate-colored hair that takes on
natural golden hues under the sun. I will never understand why she is single.
We
greet each other, and I ta
