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“Hey,” I say gently, pushing my finger into her forearm. “You’re still First Bestie.”
“I know,” Rachel says with a sigh. “It’s just another reminder that living out in freaking Queens means I don’t get to see you as often or get to know the daily details of your life anymore.”
“But you have a yard,” I point out.
“It’s more like a patch of dirt, but…” Rachel grins. “Yeah, I have a yard. My mother is scandalized. I swear, half the reason she wanted me to bring the kids into Manhattan today was because she’s worried they’re not getting enough concrete.”
Amy and Sammy, Rachel’s other two kids, are spending the day with her mom in Morningside Heights, which is the only reason I’m not fussing more that I don’t get to see my de facto niece and nephew. Grandma trumps best friend, and though I’m careful not to mention it, Rachel’s fears about Astoria being too far away from her old life aren’t totally unfounded. It’s at least an hour by train, which means I don’t get to see her or her family as much as I’d like.
Rachel gives me a sly look. “What do you think he looks like?”
Medium height. Wiry build. Longish brown hair, warm brown eyes. Big smile.
“I haven’t thought about it,” I say casually.
“Uh-huh. Liar. In these fantasies of yours, is he by any chance a musician and a Sagittarius?”
“Okay, that’s impressive,” I admit.
“I know,” she says, looking mollified to have best-friend status restored. “But you forget that we spent all of middle school and most of high school discussing our future husbands in very specific detail.” She pauses. “Damn, I was far off.”
“You mean your hot Puerto Rican husband isn’t a blond surfer named Dustin? Get out.”
“Oh, Dusty. What might have been,” she says dreamily before turning back to me. “Aren’t you worried your mystery guy could be, like, a hundred? With gout and gingivitis? What if his girlfriend is a caretaker at his nursing home, and the most action he gets is a sponge bath?”
“That would be fine,” I say primly. “I can be friends with someone of a different generation.”
I send out a silent plea to SirNYC. Please don’t get sponge baths.
Rachel takes a last bite of her sandwich, then scrunches the paper wrapping into a ball with a sigh. “I want to warn you about catfishing, but honestly this is too adorable, assuming you don’t do anything dumb. Like agree to meet him in a back alley.”
I let my eyes go wide. “Wait, so I shouldn’t have wired my life’s savings to his overseas account and then given him my home address when he asked to see my panty drawer?”
“Aren’t you funny. Here, want to give my arms another break?”
“Absolutely,” I say, taking the baby and kissing his head. “How’d you manage to escape with this one? Grandma Becca would have snatched him right up.”
“Oh, she tried. But though she’d die for her grandkids, she’s not big on diapers, so all it took was a casual mention of eruptive poops to secure some Auntie Gracie time.” She gives a slight sniff. “Joke’s on me though. I think he’s just backed up my lie with a very real diaper situation that needs to be addressed.”
“You want to change him at the shop?” I ask, gathering up the remnants of our lunch as she straps Matteo to her chest in some fancy-looking sling thing.
One of the best things about the champagne shop I own and run is that it’s just across the street from Central Park.
Rachel gives me an apologetic look, and I shake my head before she can speak. “You need to get back. Don’t worry about it.
“I do. Ugh. I’ve become one of those moms, huh? Can’t be apart from her Littles for more than two hours.”
“Those are the good kind of moms,” I reassure her as we begin making our way toward the west side of the park.
Rachel tosses our garbage into the green trash can and links her arm in mine, careful not to jostle Matteo. “You don’t have to walk this way with me,” she says, checking her watch. “Doesn’t the shop open at noon?”
“Josh and May are there. Plus, I need to get flowers for the counter, and Carlos on Seventy-Fourth and Broadway always has the best ones.”
“Damn, I miss those pop-up Manhattan flower carts. Almost as much as I miss May. Give her a squeeze for me, it’s been way too long. And wait, who’s Josh?”
“Newish hire. Mostly helps with inventory and stocking, but it’s sweet to watch him overcome his shyness customer by customer.”
“I’m surprised you even know what shyness looks like. Have you ever met a human being who didn’t instantly adore you?”
“Blake Hansel, fifth grade.”
“No, he just really adored you, in the pull-her-pigtail kind of way,” Rachel says as we exit the park and step onto the bustling Central Park West sidewalk. We embrace, careful not to smoosh the baby between us.
