“Ohhh, he has special privileges then. You only let your brother or close friends call you
that,” Reece responded, taking a bite of her wrap.
“Reece, you’re thinking too hard on this, friend.”
“I get called friend when I call you out. Bestie when I agree with you!” Reece taunted.
I took another bite of my sandwich, ignoring her underhanded comment.
“Between you and Essence, I can’t win, no matter what.”
Tisha closed the door of my office after setting everything out.
“The best way to be a best friend is to keep you on your toes, babe,” Reece replied.
“Just wait for when Essence gets with somebody; I can see her obsessing over every little
thing,” I mentioned.
“Essence would probably have us following the guy if he doesn’t call her after a day or
two of meeting,” Reece joked.
