JASMINE
Taking advantage of my willingness to run errands, my mom sent me to the grocery store with a list on a Saturday morning at the end of October, before work. I was placing zucchinis into a plastic bag when Lucy’s mom pulled up next to me with her grocery cart.
“Ah, Jasmine! I’m so glad to see you!”
I was pleasantly surprised to hear that she was glad. There was hope that Lucy hadn’t swayed her to believe that I had sprouted whiskers and a wormy tail. I replied, “Good morning, Ivy.”
“It’s been forever since we’ve seen you! I’ve been waiting for you to come by so I could tell you something.”
I was wondering if Lucy had told her anything. I decided it would be best to just act like everything was normal. “Oh, what’s that?”
“Well, I’m not sure if you remember, but a while back I told you a story about my old friend Katie.”
“Yes, I remember that story. Did you ever get in touch with her?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, I did! We’ve been chatting through F******k, and I was happy
