held onto it until Dani reached over, plucked it from her hand,
and tucked it back in the container. She closed the lid, reached
behind the seat, and came up with a package of wipes. She
tore it open, gave Emily one, and took two for herself.
Emily slapped a hand over her mouth as soon as the giggles
started, but they burst forth anyway. Pretty soon, even Dani
was laughing. Her laugh was deep and husky, a little dusty
from not being used so often, but it was a magical sound. As
magical as devouring chicken straight off the bird at nine at
night in the front seat of a car in the grocery store parking lot.
“Oh my God,” Emily gasped. She laughed harder, snorting
at the end. She hated when she did that, but it only made Dani
laugh harder too, which made Emily laugh more. She laughed
until her stomach hurt. “I’ll never forget this,” she said, and it
was true. She wouldn’t. Something so simple. Out of all the
things in her life…
Dani started the car and they made their way back to Dani’s
apartment. It wasn’t until Dani was standing at her stove,
wearing a black and white polka dot apron with ruffles, a big
pot out and bags on the stove while she stripped meat off the
birds, that she brought up Emily’s situation.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Dani asked. “I mean,
maybe they’ll disown you. Cut you off?”
Emily felt herself get teary-eyed and reached up to press on
her eyelids. She sighed hard, and it was all wrong and raspy
sounding with a drawn-out shudder at the end. Now that Dani
had put it out there, Emily realized how bad it could be. How
would she finish her art degree if her parents wouldn’t pay for
it? How would she get a job? She’d never even had one
before. How would she support herself? Where would she