Saturday morning, around ten, there was a knock on my door. It seemed that I got more visitors here than I ever had at my other apartment. At least I had been expecting this one.
"Sophie," I greeted, opening the door to let her in.
Sophie entered holding three garment bags and with a huge grin on her face.
"Do you have something to tell me?" she asked.
I barked a laugh. "No, I do not have anything to tell you. Whatever Monica said will have to be enough information for you."
"Suit yourself, sugar. But I don't know if you'll like the conclusions I'll draw for myself then," Sophie teased.
I laughed. It felt good to laugh and joke with a friend. The world felt so strange and shaken recently, the familiar feeling of getting ready for an event with her felt calming. I wished I could bring
