I can’t stop the chuckle that erupts at the sight of Tabitha’s very large brand-name suitcase leaning against the wall, next to the door.
“It’s only one weekend, Tabs, like two nights. How could you possibly need that much stuff?” I ask through a large grin, shaking my head.
“Hey, Flower Child, we don’t know what the weekend will bring, so I’m taking options.” Tabitha tucks a loose strand of her hair behind her ear as she admires her reflection in the mirror on the wall.
“I’m pretty sure that whatever the weekend brings, one or two outfits would suffice,” Jess states matter-of-factly as she grabs her compact duffel off of the futon.
“Nope, not for me,” Tabitha states unapologetically. “Hey, Molls, you ready?” she calls back to her bedroom.
“Coming,” Molly yells.
We make our way out t
