Chapter 2
And the first I knew about that was when I heard the apartment door unlock. I was in the bedroom critiquing my eye shadow and there was no way I could make it to the bathroom so I just stood there, transfixed like a deer – well maybe a doe – caught in the headlamps. And when Rachel came into the bedroom she froze too. Her eyes grew large, her mouth formed an huge “O” and we stood looking at each other in silence for what seemed like minutes. And then the corners of her mouth twitched and she began to laugh – not the sardonic, cynical laugh that was Rachel when she was annoyed or angry, but the genuine laugh that only surfaced when she was really amused and happy. That too seemed to last minutes but at last she recovered some composure, stepped back, tilted her head to one side and surveyed me critically from head to toe. And finally spoke. “Well now,” she said, “Haven’t we got our work cut out for us.”