Evelyn
"Guess what?" Is the first thing Mira says as she walks into my apartment hours after work.
"What?" I return, following her to the living room. She grabs a throw pillow from a chair, settles on the couch, and flashes me one of the goofiest grins ever.
"I'm staying."
"Oh...okay. Where? Here?" I ask. "Did they postpone your exhibition?"
She shakes her head. "Nope. Nothing of the sort. And I'm not staying in your house. We might be friends, but I know how much you love your space. I am staying in the city to be with Ken."
My jaw hits the ground with the force of a blacksmith's hammer. "What? Why? And which Ken? The one I know?"
Mira gets up and dances around the room, clutching the throw pillow to her chest. I stare at her in confusion until she stops in front of me.
"Have you
