“Four days off work. I’m in. And Vivian is right — we need this. It’s been too long since we were all in the same place without a wedding or a crisis or someone’s birthday party”.
I looked at my phone.
These three women — my best friend and my cousins, the people who had known me since I was small and had watched me become a person and had shown up at a Pavilion three weeks ago in their best dresses to watch me marry someone I had barely known. Who had sat through the chaos of Julian walking through a door with his confession and had handled it with the specific grace of women who had learned, over years of friendship, that the best thing you could do when your friend’s life was imploding was simply stand there and be willing to catch whatever fell.
I quickly typed: “San Francisco”. I h
