I was sitting at the dining table feeling sorry for myself when Molly walked out of her room. She was dressed to the nines, getting ready to go out on a date with Calvin. I had to be at work in an hour but I wasn’t dressed yet and just wanted to be sad.
“Still sad?” She asked pouring herself a soda.
“I will be sad forever.” I said dramatically.
“Can I say something?” She asked timidly.
“Yes, of course you can.”
She sat down across from me with her soda.
“Okay, well, can you promise me that what I’m about to say won’t affect our friendship because it’s going to be brutally honest and might make you cry…”