THE FOLLOWING THURSDAY night, my doorbell rang. I rolled off the couch, stumbled over the tissue box on the floor then staggered to the front door.
“Hey, Annie,” Sarah greeted. “Are you feeling alright?”
I rubbed my swollen eyes and attempted to pull myself together. “Yeah.”
Sarah tilted her head to the side, giving me a knowing motherly look.
“Maybe I’m not alright but I’m not contagious.” I opened the door all the way and let her in. “Sorry, I forgot you were coming over tonight.” At least tonight wasn’t the night she was bringing that new guy, Lowan, along. He wanted private lessons to impress some girl and Sarah thought we’d both learn faster if we practiced together.
“We don’t have to do the lesson if you don’t feel up to it.” Sarah side-stepped the pile of snotty tissues strewn
