HAZEL
"Really? You want to play the sick card? Why?"
I launched myself onto Betty before she could finish the sentence, and we both went down in a graceless heap onto the cold floor.
"Hey! You are heavy, get off me!"
She rolled me to the side. I was laughing too hard to resist, ribs aching with it, the two of us sprawled on the floor like we had absolutely nowhere better to be.
Which, at the moment, we didn't.
When the laughter finally smoothed over into breathless quiet, Betty turned her head toward the ceiling.
"What if he doesn't call?"
I stared up at the ceiling too, hands folded behind my head. Today was either day ten or eleven of Operation Get Elvis; I'd lost precise count, but the momentum was there. I could feel it. This morning, I'd called in sick, which was either brilli
