Chapter 12
The sound of the doorbell chimed through the whole apartment. Jasmine had just finished cleaning the refrigerator, and she wiped her hands with the kitchen towel before she went to get the door.
But Dana beat her to it. “I’ll get it,” she said as she walked to door dressed in a short yellow frock.
Jasmine had been looking forward to her regular Thursday evening hangout with Dana and Alicia. They led such busy lives that it was sometimes hard to see each other during the week. It had even gotten worse after Alicia had moved out partially and found another apartment that was closer to her niece-turned-daughter’s school. Willow had spent most of her life living in the hospital as a cystic fibrosis patient but had become well enough to be able to attend school after some radical
