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I glance at her as we hts about the tacos “Sunday dinner at your parents’ house is in…” I look down to check ets mad if we don’t eat a lot”

Ro scoffs “I can’t wait that long I’ll still eat a lot She’smanicotti”

My lips for she makes Well, it’s tied with those cheesy potatoes”

Putting a palm to the sky, Ro says, “Testify If I’m ever on death roant those cheesy potatoes for e piña colada, like serve it to me in a fishbowl” She furrows her forehead “Do they allow alcohol for your last meal? Because if they do, I’d just ask for an entire bottle of tequila so I could be passed out when the time came”

“How about we try to stay off of death row instead?” I quip

She grins at me, then blows a blond curl out of her face

“That’s no fun, Gia”

We get in her white Jeep Wrangler and she makes the quick drive to our favorite taco place, the suas heat oppressive even with the top down on her Jeep Once we’ve had our fill of tacos, chips and guac, we resu

Even though I’ on four hours of sleep, I don’t feel tired Sunday is the only day I take off fros with Ro She’s one of those people who is always sreat taste in clothes

“These would look great on you,” she says, approachingjean shorts

I cringe “They’re really short”

“Exactly Thus, the name Try them on”

I take the shorts, go into a fitting rooood on les at poker tables, but never the distract-a-man-with-sex-appeal one I don’t want to invite trouble When I’h, it will be nice to have so fashionable to wear

“I like the room

“Good” She passes ht yellow flip-flops “These are on clearance, so I got some in both our sizes”

“Thanks”