Glitter on the mattress
I showered late last night and pulled on my new Mohonk T-shirt to put fresh linens on the bed and crawl into it. On my belly and elbows, I punched in 1.800.657.1487, then the exposed PIN on the back of the AT&T prepaid phone card, and finally Katherine's number. I ran my hand through my hair (nervous habit) while a cell phone rang hundreds of miles away.
We talked for almost three hours. She kept telling me to shut her up, but I would never. I loved every minute of it, rambling or not.
We talked for almost three hours. She kept telling me to shut her up, but I would never. I loved every minute of it, rambling or not.