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“Great idea!” Alexis agreed. “There’s a new sushi place downtown I’d love to try.”
“You don’t like sushi,” Valentina said pointedly. Alexis just shrugged.
“It’s grown on me recently.”
“Fine then! I’ll book the table…for six people?” Serena asked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
“Well, actually…” Alexis paused a moment, then decided to let it all out. “My relationship is kind of with two men, so can we make it seven?”
There was a moment’s pause before Valentina added, “Eight.”
Serena chuckled with how perfectly the night at the The Mile High had turned out to be.
“Nine it is, then!” She squeaked with delight as comprehension dawned across her friends’ faces.
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Excerpt from Revelations
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Lacey
Ilooked across the living room at the neatly stacked boxes and found myself blinking back tears for what felt like the hundredth time that evening.
After six weeks of dreading this day—six weeks of knowing that I, as the executor of her estate, would have to be here every step of the way—we were finally packing up her things.
No, not just her things.
Herlife.
That was the part that felt so weird, so wrong about what we were doing. I had tried to convince myself this would be more like helping a friend move or maybe like getting ready for a big garage sale.
But it wasn’t like that at all.
Even with several bottles of wine on hand, a pizza on the way, and my three best friends—a circle of women that Annie had all-too-recently been a vibrant, fun-loving,livingpart of—nothing about this night felt normal.
Or fun.
Or easy.
“You can’t stop to think about it for too long,” Harper said, walking up and filling my wine glass without asking. She knew as well as the rest of us did that we would all need a little liquid courage to get through the night. “Thinking only makes it harder.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, absently sipping the wine as my eyes continued to roam from box to box. “You’re right. I need to keep my hands busy, at least.”
Because as right as she might have been, there was no way my mind wasn’t going to stay stuck on Annie as long as we were in her house, packing up the things that linked us to her, the things she had left behind.
“My grandma used to say that idle hands are the devil’s tools.” Harper gave a half-shrug as she shot me a mischievous look. “If she only knew some of thethingsI’ve done with these idle hands…”
I snorted. “There isn’t enough holy water in all of San Antonio to cover those hands, bless your grandma’s heart. But I bet she tried. And she was right—we’ve gotta keep moving. As hard as this is, there’s no way I want to stretch it out any longer than it needs to be.”
Harper made a small sound of agreement into her wine glass as she drifted over toward a stack of boxes. Her expression was temporarily hidden by a tendril of short, dark hair as she leaned forward to trace her fingers over one of the labels.
