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“Oh hi, Jessica!”
“Hi.”
Damn. I forget her name. It starts with a D.
“It’s Dottie, dear.” She’s sweet to let me off the hook for my inability to commit her appellation to memory.
“Oh yeah. Dottie. How are you? Funny running into you here.”
It’s the Fourth of July—not exactly a day I’d expect to run into someone I know at the grocery store, but I’m out of hummus, rice cakes and bottled water and need to stock up for this weekend’s teacher training.
Later tonight, Carla, April and I are taking Erika and Annabelle to see the fireworks at Penn’s Landing. Howie is traveling for work so, as Erika said when she invited me, “It’ll be just us girls.”
I’d already made plans with Carla and was initially skeptical about combining worlds, but I’m learning to be more integrated—and more authe
