“That may be the limit next time, then,” I say.
“Well, she’s getting older. We’ll see.” Abby grins at me. “And how are you?”
I smile, too. I’m glad that she’s not upset with me or Hannah. I’ve missed her so much it’s like a physical wound.
Later that night, we sit on my sofa, the sounds of New York rumbling through the windows behind us. Hannah is passed out in her own bed, three stuffed animals back in her arms.
“It still feels like home whenever I come back to New York,” she says. “Sometimes I talk about moving back here with Paul, but I don’t know. Newfoundland is growing on me.”
“It’ll always be your home here.”
“Technically, Troy is home, but I don’t feel that when I go there.” She gives a little shrug. “Home is the place you feel most like yourself.”
“And the person you feel most like yourself with.”
She looks thoughtful. “So what happened with your swing dancing event? You didn’t tell me whether you won the whole thing or not.”
“Oh! I went viral.”
I hand her my phone, and she watches the video of me and Connor, then looks back at me. “You sassy bitch. Is the hot guy the one you were in love with?”
“No, that’s Connor Yung. I didn’t show you a video of Ollie dancing yet?”
“There are videos of him dancing?”
“Here’s Ollie.”
I click on a video. and she watches it for a long moment. “I mean, I get it. I can see why he managed to get you tangled up.”
“We’re actually back together.”
“What? Wait, what? Why didn’t you start with that?”
Abby swears a lot when she’s excited. It’s one of the things we have in common. I get a full twenty seconds that would be removed from network television before she shoves me. “Make him come over. Now.”
“It’s late, and he has work in the morning.”
“Do I look like I care? I want to see him in person.”
“It’s after nine. You can meet him tomorrow.”
“Just do it. For me. Please. It needs to be tonight. I’m dead serious. Right now, Laura. I’m not kidding.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll see if he’s free.”
Ollie arrives at a little after 10 p.m. She gives him a thorough looking over as he shakes her hand. His face is still a little bruised, but he has his usual polished appearance otherwise.
“How’d you get here so fast?” she asks. “You’re on the Upper West Side, right? Did you drive? Taxi?”
“Taxi.”
“How much was that?” Now I can tell Abby’s planning on giving him a hard time. I want to ask her not to. This is too new.
“Well, she asked me to come right away,” he says.
“This isn’t a booty call for my sister, you know. You can’t spend the night.”
Ollie laughs. “I hadn’t planned on it.”
