HER HEAD GROGGY AND her throat dry, Sophie came awake. She rubbed her eyes tenderly. They were still slightly swollen and tender from the crying fest she'd indulged in the previous night. Alexis had dropped by with a bottle of wine and a stupid love story movie. She'd tried begging off but the girl was like a bulldog, insistent and bullying.
By the end of the movie, she'd been a mess, blubbering into her sleeves. Alex had been no better, sniffing and wiping her eyes with the hem of her tee shirt. “This!” she'd told her, “is why I hate movie nights with you. You always pick the saddest thing you can find.”
“But there was a happy ending,” she'd protested.
“That just makes it worse,” Sophie had argued, while they both collapsed in giggles at their insane jealousy of a fictitious cou
