Thirty-Two
No matter how many times Toni insisted she was fine, Chrissie kept peering at her in a worried way that was starting to bug her.
“Stop that,” Toni would say every time she caught her. “No hovering. I’m a big girl.”
“Fine. Whatever. But if you need to talk…” Chrissie went back to the sign they were working on. Lighthouse Brewery, it read, with a carved image of the historic landmark. They’d set it up on two sawhorses so they could sun themselves while they painted. An iPod played a “summer vibes” channel that took Toni right back to the boardwalk summers of their childhood.
“I don’t need to talk. What’s there to say?”
“Well, you know, you might have some feelings about…you know…Bash,” Chrissie said delicately. “You’re entitled to some feelings.”
“I. Have. No. Feelings.”
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