Only You
At 5’8”, I usually felt quite composed, but right now, I felt like a mess of dark brown curls and wrinkled silk.
With Marissa and Cleo, a mess was acceptable. We had seen each other at our absolute worst - breakups, food poisoning, and the disastrous "perm incident" of 2019. Even my mother’s death when we were small. I hurried to the intercom by the door.
"Hello?"
"Hey, girl!" Marissa and Cleo chimed in perfect, practiced harmony. It was a sound that acted like an instant shot of espresso to my nervous system.
"Hiya! Come on up," I trilled, pressing the buzzer to release the secure door downstairs.