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“Me too,” Erin agrees.
I shake my head. “He’s much more than that.”
Brandee pulls up Netflix and finds a horror movie. We fall into silence until the doorknob rattles, and we all scream, waking Kaela and startling Maxi, who steps inside with the bottle she is carrying above her head, ready to swing.
“What the hell is wrong with you guys?” she yells as she looks around at us all huddled together on the couch.
“You scared us,” Jena cries.
I hop up and pull Kaela from her pen and cradle her to me.
“Shit, you scared me. I thought you guys were being attacked in here.” Maxi snaps.
Once I have the baby calmed down and Maxi is seated in the recliner with food and a drink, we decide to abandon the film and turn the television to a rerun episode ofFriends.
“Anna, I’m adding you to our group text. What’s your number?” Erin asks.
“Group text?”
“Yep. It’s our girl gang info train,” she clarifies.
“It’s easier than us finding out information and then calling around to see who heard what and who needs to be called and who’s gonna call them. That’s just a big ole mess. So, we have one big group chat, and that keeps everything straight,” Jena explains further.
“Who’s in the gang?” I ask.
“Me, Jena, Ansley, Taeli, Maxi, Isley, Brandee, Leona, and Sara-Beth,” Erin says.
“Leona and Sara-Beth? Really?” I ask.
“Girl, yes,” Jena says.
“They’re the OGGs,” Erin chirps.
“What’s an OGG?” I ask.
“Original Girl Gangsters,” Jena replies.
I laugh.
“You laugh, but those women have their ears to the ground. If a bear shits in the valley, those two know it and have already texted the group chat about it before the turd hits the dirt,” Maxi adds.
“Okay, let me have your phone.”
Erin drops her cell into my open hand, and I add my name and number into her Contacts before handing it back to her.
She taps a few keys and hits Send, and then every single one of their phones chimes. One by one, they check their texts and gasp.
I grab mine and look at it.
“What?” I ask as I check the message labeled Girl Gang.
“You have a fucking Android? Really?” Erin snaps.
“Yeah. Is that a bad thing?” I ask.
“Girl, that ruins the whole damn chat. All your responses are going to be posted outside the group, and no one will know if you got the text or not, Dammit.”
“Not true, Apple fixed that problem. Stop being an iPhone snob, Erin,” Maxi yells.
