After she’d finished half the pint of vodka, Robyn tiptoed to Frankie’s bedroom and leaned against the door. “Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song, why must you hate me when I’ve loved you so long?” she crooned. “Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!” Robyn knocked lightly. “Beautiful dreamer?”
Frances opened her door. “Your little cute routine isn’t going to work this time.”
Robyn pulled Frances to the couch. “You’re my best friend, Frankie.”
“That’s supposed to make me feel better?”
“I never should have made out with you. I’m sorry, Frankie.”
“For f**k’s sake, Robyn, it was a little more than just making out.”
“I can’t be what I’m not.”
“What? You can’t be kind? You can’t be honest?”
“Everything’s always so serious with you. You need to learn to have fun.”
Frances stood up. “I have s
