An Explanation For Denise
What you up to? the text spread across my iPhone screen. Dan is out w kids all day. I’d like to see my favorite cousin.
Denise and I are not actually cousins; we share no blood. It’s just that our families have known one another for years, our parents have been best couple friends for decades, and she and her brother and me and mine grew up living two houses away from one another on our parents’ dead-end street. Denise and I grew even closer in our twenties attending the same college, and now in our mid-thirties, we were besties and lived only about a twenty-minute ride from one another across our big suburban town.
I fired back: Time?
11:30? Will greet you in my best panties and bra set, high heels. Have my wooden spoon ready.
I didn’t need to text a ‘WTF?’
