beagle ears brushed the floor while he panted lazily, still under the kitchen table. He liked the tile floor.
Crady was juggling her overnight bag and a paper bag full of goodies.
I grabbed the grocery bag from her and peeked inside. “BBQ chips? Sour cream and onion chips? Pringles? Where’s the baby carrots?” I teased her.
“What can I say? I was craving chips,” She said as she dumped the bag on my table.
She was a little breathless, probably because her overnight bag weighs about a thousand pounds. She always brings enough gear to outfit a cheerleading squad and supply a couple of day spas.
My mom called from her office, “Hey Crady!”
“Hey Ms. Burrows! Come soak your feet with us!” She shouted down the hallway.
“Maybe later!” my mom answered. Mom never joined us. I asked her why once, and she said girlfriend time was sacrosanct; she didn’t want to intrude. Tonight more than ever I appreciated her philosophy. I had some serious girl talk to engage in with my bestie.
“So, my dad wants to know: was he right or was he right?” Crady asked me.
“He had to ask?” I replied.
We smiled at each other.
“I’ll text him that TDH is officially approved,” She said after depositing her bags on my bed.
We rigged up the bowls of hot water for foot soaking and played with all the nail polishes. I chose a shade of hot iridescent green for my toes, and a very pale pink for my fingers. I handed Crady a nail file, and she handed me the orange stick. The door to my room was closed; we turned up the volume on some sweet croons and the chat began. “So What The Heck…he exercised in front of you? Sounds kinda kinky!” Crady started.
I laughed. “No, nothing like that. And just, eww!” I said, shaking my head. “He started this game with me,” I began to explain.
“Ooh, games? Me likey!”
“Crady,” I said in the middle of a laugh. “Stop, let me talk!” Already with the giggling. This was why I loved girls’ night in. “So, he said let’s ask each other three questions. And oh, before I forget, he’s from Toledo.”
Crady frowned with the silliest expression. “Um, why was he reluctant to tell you Toledo? Big whoop.”
“I know, right?” We chuckled together and swapped manicure implements. “I told him my favorite subject was English.”
“Boooring…” Crady said quietly while dragging out the vowels.
I swatted at her with the file. “Anyway, I asked him what he did for exercise, because, man , can you believe his arms? I mean, whoa Nelly!” I inspected my nails.
“Go on,” Crady said eagerly. “I sense the good part is coming.”
“You have no idea. I asked him what he did for exercise, and he started hedging. I was afraid he was going to talk himself out of answering, but instead, he found the park and we ran across the field to the playground. He jumps UP onto it, and starts doing these Karate Kid kicks and junk while balancing on the wood!”
“No Way!” Crady said.
“I know, right? Then he does these moves; it looked like he was stabbing junk, and his face was all serious, like the Grim Reaper. Oh my heck…he could BE the grim reaper. That man knows how to administer DEATH!” We were really into my conversation, and then it hit us, what I had just said. The mood in the room plummeted.
Crady was the first to speak. “As in, Death death?” She asked in a quiet voice.
I squirmed, my feet sloshing in the hot water footbath. It was time to pull them out and dry them on the fluffy lavender-scented towels we had ready. “Uh, yeah. I mean, it was like this orchestrated routine, right? Kind of choreographed or something, so not like he was in an actual war…” my voiced drifted off. Crady was dabbing her feet dry too, and I got up to dump all the water in the bathroom. When I got back, Crady had this expression on her face. I knew the one. “What,” I said to her.
She looked up at me, butterfly headband long gone for the evening, so
Crady was juggling her overnight bag and a paper bag full of goodies.
I grabbed the grocery bag from her and peeked inside. “BBQ chips? Sour cream and onion chips? Pringles? Where’s the baby carrots?” I teased her.
“What can I say? I was craving chips,” She said as she dumped the bag on my table.
She was a little breathless, probably because her overnight bag weighs about a thousand pounds. She always brings enough gear to outfit a cheerleading squad and supply a couple of day spas.
My mom called from her office, “Hey Crady!”
“Hey Ms. Burrows! Come soak your feet with us!” She shouted down the hallway.
“Maybe later!” my mom answered. Mom never joined us. I asked her why once, and she said girlfriend time was sacrosanct; she didn’t want to intrude. Tonight more than ever I appreciated her philosophy. I had some serious girl talk to engage in with my bestie.
“So, my dad wants to know: was he right or was he right?” Crady asked me.
“He had to ask?” I replied.
We smiled at each other.
“I’ll text him that TDH is officially approved,” She said after depositing her bags on my bed.
We rigged up the bowls of hot water for foot soaking and played with all the nail polishes. I chose a shade of hot iridescent green for my toes, and a very pale pink for my fingers. I handed Crady a nail file, and she handed me the orange stick. The door to my room was closed; we turned up the volume on some sweet croons and the chat began. “So What The Heck…he exercised in front of you? Sounds kinda kinky!” Crady started.
I laughed. “No, nothing like that. And just, eww!” I said, shaking my head. “He started this game with me,” I began to explain.
“Ooh, games? Me likey!”
“Crady,” I said in the middle of a laugh. “Stop, let me talk!” Already with the giggling. This was why I loved girls’ night in. “So, he said let’s ask each other three questions. And oh, before I forget, he’s from Toledo.”
Crady frowned with the silliest expression. “Um, why was he reluctant to tell you Toledo? Big whoop.”
“I know, right?” We chuckled together and swapped manicure implements. “I told him my favorite subject was English.”
“Boooring…” Crady said quietly while dragging out the vowels.
I swatted at her with the file. “Anyway, I asked him what he did for exercise, because, man , can you believe his arms? I mean, whoa Nelly!” I inspected my nails.
“Go on,” Crady said eagerly. “I sense the good part is coming.”
“You have no idea. I asked him what he did for exercise, and he started hedging. I was afraid he was going to talk himself out of answering, but instead, he found the park and we ran across the field to the playground. He jumps UP onto it, and starts doing these Karate Kid kicks and junk while balancing on the wood!”
“No Way!” Crady said.
“I know, right? Then he does these moves; it looked like he was stabbing junk, and his face was all serious, like the Grim Reaper. Oh my heck…he could BE the grim reaper. That man knows how to administer DEATH!” We were really into my conversation, and then it hit us, what I had just said. The mood in the room plummeted.
Crady was the first to speak. “As in, Death death?” She asked in a quiet voice.
I squirmed, my feet sloshing in the hot water footbath. It was time to pull them out and dry them on the fluffy lavender-scented towels we had ready. “Uh, yeah. I mean, it was like this orchestrated routine, right? Kind of choreographed or something, so not like he was in an actual war…” my voiced drifted off. Crady was dabbing her feet dry too, and I got up to dump all the water in the bathroom. When I got back, Crady had this expression on her face. I knew the one. “What,” I said to her.
She looked up at me, butterfly headband long gone for the evening, so
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