8
“I’m returning the pant suit for a dress.” I shove the pant suit into Tahlia’s open arms and walk into her condo, past the living room and down the hall toward the bedroom.
“Um, okay,” Tahlia says and follows.
Lucas and Cole are playing Xbox when I pass—somewhat ironically, it’s a boxing game. The two are perched on the edge of the couch, their thumbs pressing the buttons rapidly, and their eyes haven’t strayed from the screen for a second. Who’d think they’re both in their thirties?
“I’m done watching them play this stupid game.” Whitney rises from her chair and joins us. “What do you need a dress for?” she asks when we reach the bedroom.
“A date.”
“Date?” she says in a singsong voice. If I had anything suitable for a dinner and play, there’s no way I’d be here telling them about
