Bonnie went to grab a tub of ice cream from the freezer and two extra-large spoons. Breakfast was overrated when you were hungover. Sara sat plopped on the couch in the living room, and Bonnie headed for her.
“Okay, let’s pull out the proposal and I’ll tell you why you are signing it,” Bonnie said.
“You mean, why I should sign it not why I am signing it.”
“Sure, sure. Now, where’s the proposal?”
“It should be on the kitchen counter where we left it last night,” Sara said.
“Oh right.”
Bonnie slowly walked back over to the counter to get the pile of papers. She was moving rather slow, and Sara could hear her repeating something to herself.
“Saturday, today is the day, today is Saturday,” Bonnie whispered under her breath.
“Are you okay, Bon? Do you have something happening
