Hela took a moment to let the words in, let them make sense, and Ibby gave her that time.
“Do you remember when we were nearly finished pre-med and we got drunk that night?” Ibby asked. “Too stressed, needing a break from studying medical terminology?”
Hela smiled. “We got pretty silly, didn’t we? Singing, dancing on tables at that Greek restaurant, tearing up buns and throwing them at customers.”
Ibby laughed. “Yeah.” Her grin softened into memory. “Do you remember what you told me?”
Hela stopped laughing and downed her vodka. “I was bullshitting you. No one really believed that story.” She fished for bills in her pocket. “Look, Ibby, it’s good to see you. You look awesome and I’m glad you’re doing well, but . . .” She stood and tossed money onto the counter. “I’ve got to go. I’m tire
