Chapter 3: Just Friends
August 1994
A summer together in the high-rise apartment overlooking the DC skyline turned into a year. Dana got a job as a barista at a coffeehouse just off the Beltway—she still thought it was a waste of her degree, but at least it was a step up from slinging fries, and she liked being around bohemian, artsy types all day, even if most of them were pretentious.
As she watched them sitting at the little bistro tables scattered about the cafe, with their paperbacks and laptops, playing at being literary, she toyed with the idea of doing something along the same lines. Not sitting on the other side of the counter, necessarily—she still didn’t particularly care for espresso—but maybe writing? She could write.
When Bethany’s internship was up, she wasn’t offered a
