We counted down with the television announcer and the New York crowd like a couple of school girls then swigged from the glasses we’d hurriedly poured after we got through the door and rushed around getting the broadcast on and a frozen pizza doctored and into the oven. I smiled at Gevona and, to my delight, she smiled back and pulled me in for a quick hug.
“Happy New Year Janet.”
“Happy New Year,” I said right back to her. She let me go all too soon. Feeling self-conscious now, I took my sparkling wine and retreated a little to the other end of the sofa. She grabbed the TV controller and clicked over to the channel guide, oblivious to my discomfort.
“It just gets stupid from here. Let’s see what movies are on.”
Scrolling up and down and not finding much of anything playing but New Yea
