Chapter 4: Maybe Something More
September 1999
If anything, the kiss only widened the distance already growing between them. When Dana sobered up, she wished she hadn’t—not hadn’t kissed Bethany, no, she didn’t regret that, because she recognized her only chance when she saw it, but rather wished her body hadn’t purged the wine from her system. If only being drunk was a viable career choice. She could totally give it a go.
The days stretched out indeterminately. Winter rolled into spring, then into summer. Bethany worked later and later, or so it seemed to Dana, and when she was home, little passed between them anymore. Dana no longer thought of themselves as best friends, but rather as former friends. They weren’t even roommates, but people who shared a common space. The number of occa
