“Well, that happens in every friendship. One day, you’re both partying it up, and the next, your best friend has a husband and kids, and you have no idea where the time went. Before you know it, you’re nearly twenty-three, wondering how to even sort your laundry.”
I chuckle, biting my lip because I know she’s referring to herself, but she’s good at making light of it.
“Well, if I had someone to do my laundry, I wouldn’t bother to sort mine either.” We’re both laughing now. “Oh, I didn’t tell you the best part!” I slap my free hand on the table much louder than I meant to. “He told me she reminded him of me. Can you believe that s**t?”
“That rat bastard!” Kat says in a hushed voice between her gritted teeth. “There’s no way she’s as pretty, smart, sweet, and loyal as you are. There’s onl
