It’s EstelleAt that point, Val and Michelle had several similarities. Each thought the other had abandoned her. Each feared going to Ethel’s lest she run into the other. Each was more lonely than she had ever been. Each was in love and each was too stubborn to do anything about it. So each spent their weekdays at work less than a mile away from one another and their weekends thinking of one another.
On a Saturday afternoon a couple of weeks later, Val was feeling sorry for herself and telling herself that, yes, she would find someone to take home that night when she heard a banging on her door.
“Val. Open this f*****g door.”
Estelle. Val let her in.
“I miss you.”
“What do you mean, you miss me. We hate each other.”
“It’s one of those love-hate things. You know that. Look. Neither you
