Chapter 3Half an hour later, Kate’s at my door bearing a bottle of wine. She throws her arms around me, her petite body letting itself be enveloped by mine. I marvel at her size and estimate that she must be under a hundred pounds. I feel massive next to her. She holds me at arm’s length, gushing over how great it is to see me.
She’s wearing fitted brown cargo pants, and a white, wide-necked shirt that consistently falls off her shoulder. I turn the TV on for sound and pour us each a glass of wine. I rummage in the freezer and find a half-empty gallon of rocky road.
Kate refuses. “You know, I’ve got to go dress shopping soon!”
But I dig in anyway.
“It’s so good to see you,” she says for the hundredth time, throwing me a side-long glance and pushing her dark brown bangs coyly out of her
