Chapter Thirty
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."
– Anaïs Nin
"You're still coming over tonight for Christmas Eve dinner, right?" I asked Lila as she continued to furiously text Finn, fingers flying across the keyboard. I was kind of surprised her thumbs weren't cramping considering that always used to happen when she played Mario Kart with me.
"Hmm? Yeah sure," Lila said.
"My brother's gonna be there!"
"Cool."
"Are you even paying attention?"
"Yep."
"My pet tortoise died last month so I built it a shrine and sacrificed its carcass to the Mayan gods."
"That's cool."
"Did you know, every time you zone out while I'm talking, a unicorn dies?"
"Absolutely."
"So I'm actually
