“I feel like this is our last moment of freedom,” Monica said. “Come Monday, you’re all business, traveling to Utah soon and deep into the trenches of your new job. I have three interviews lined up for next week. We’re working girls now, baby.”
“We’re so old.”
She snorted. “Right?” She rested her fuzzy pink socks next to mine. “Speaking of old … now that we’re here, what’s your plan? I mean, you haven’t said his name in, like, a day.” She put her hand on my forehead. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Very funny.”
“Except I’m serious, Jo.”
I reached for my phone and pulled up the shot that Monica had taken this afternoon when we first arrived. We were on our balcony, the sun shining directly on me, capturing my smile just perfectly.
I showed her the photo and said, “That’s getting posted
