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Sara lay in her bed in the dark and Alexa lay in her own bed across the room, deep in the kind of late-night talk that flowed more easily than during the day.
Alexa was lamenting the limits of her childhood—”and that’s why I think my dad didn’t actually want us to succeed, because it would make him feel worse about himself for going f*****g nowhere”—and Sara was pretending to listen.
The parallels to college propelled her back in time, to a similar night with Bea, lying on symmetrical beds and analyzing their lives the way only young adults could. Trying to emerge into the real world but not having any idea what that meant. Convincing each other and themselves that they understood why they were the people they were and how to become the people they wished to be.
“You know how they s
