Chapter Three
Sex With Harper Doyle
Although Lydia was home for Christmas six months after our 19th birthday celebration, all of our interactions were stifled by Sophies need for her. The woman was seriously depressed and it became Lydias job to nurse her through fits of angst. The best my friend and I could do was laugh and smoke a joint late in the evening when Lydia finally had a few minutes for me. But about the time we might have tiptoed up to the attic and fallen into each others arms, Sophie would be calling her. This went on her entire seven days at home. Oddly enough Sophie seemed to snap out of her pique the very day that Lydia was to leave.
Sorry, Ive used up so much of your time, girls, she was quick to apologize, in her ever so gracious way. She laid her plump hand on
