Even under the fluorescent lights of the laundromat, Kerri found Mona utterly beautiful. It didn’t seem fair, really. Mona’s home life had been turned upside down because of a bedbug invasion; she was sleep deprived and dealing with vivid nightmares; she was still flushed from the wine and making out; and she had been running late today because of an invasive email from her supervisor. Yet she didn’t seem haggard or disheveled in the least. The sweatpants she wore had white paint stains over the knee, and her shirt was at least two sizes too big for her, like Kerri’s was. Yet while Kerri felt short and awkward in the backup clothing, Mona seemed as if she had wandered out of a photo shoot for shabby chique. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun, making the look even more magazi
