Sorry, I can’t make it. I press send on the text message. My phone buzzes in response.
??????? I can’t believe you’re missing ANOTHER one of my dinner parties. I’m starting to take it personally, Jess responds.
I’ll be there next time. I promise.
You better be! We’re having a great time.
I put the phone down and curl up in bed, my dog snoozing at my feet, a new book on my nightstand. I sip my tea and put my head against the window of my third floor apartment, watching the rain fall.
So am I, Jess. So am I.