Heat crawls up my cheeks at the wicked reminder of that unfortunate incident, sending me into a fit of coughs. Clarissa winks, faking gag sounds and I scowl. Embarrassment claws at my throat, I clamp a hand over my mouth and watch with tear-stained eyes as she retreats with the phone plugged to her ear, unable to give the perfect comeback.
The trembling of her shoulders tells me she is laughing at my discomfort, I shake my head, wiping the snort from my nose. This bestie of mine never disappoints but I don’t regret giving her every single, unrequired detail about my first and only experience.
Genuine laughter escapes me as a wave of memories washes over me, I clutch my sides, she promised to show me the right way. Feeling refreshed and excited at the thought of our class, I cast a look at myself in the rearview mirror and wiggle my brows. Laughter truly is the best medicine when you are not thinking of a husband who won’t talk to you.