CALL GIRL #1
I smirked.
“Sweet. Now I have permission. George just looked at me funny.”
“Of course he did. He doesn’t understand this friendship. Shit, I don’t understand it, but we’re good.”
She knocked my shin under the table. “I would do it harder, but since it’s your birthday, I’m being nice.”
“Oh, gee, thanks.”
“So how is it being a quarter of a century old? You’re now closer to thirty than twenty. You old bitch.”