Anna and Giselle turn out to be really wonderful.
Sweet, pretty, kind.
I make them two Orange Crushes, sort of a Jersey specialty drink. One is virgin for the expectant mama, but the fresh orange juice and splash of lime soda are still delicious.
I can see by the way they act with each other, they’ve been friends for a long time.
My chest gets tight, and I wonder if I’ll ever have something like that. Maybe I could have. I mean I had friends in high school and college. Maybe I still would, if I hadn’t run away.
But I did run.
And that changes everything, doesn’t it?
I know without a doubt I was an idiot coming to this place, searching for sanctuary.
I see the way Nico is with Anna, and I know now that I was just kidding myself, thinking I ever stood a chance.
He was never for me. Truth is, I don’t feel that way about him.
I don’t feel that way about anyone.
It is hard to catch feelings when you’re always in costume. That’s what this is.