BFFs
By J.T. Marie
It’s a little after seven-thirty in the evening when Emily Stevenson pulls off Jeff Davis Highway and into the Waffle House parking lot. Though the sun has dipped below the trees and businesses lining the main drag of South Market, Virginia, where Emily grew up, it’s still light out, and most likely will be for another hour or so. She’s been on the road for more than an hour, but now that her parents’ home is only minutes away, she wants to delay the inevitable as long as she can. A cup of coffee should kill fifteen minutes, at least.
Time enough to pull back into herself, the way she used to when she lived here.
Though it’s been twenty years since she was last in South Market, Emily swears nothing has changed. A 7-11 still stands across from the Waffle House, on the
