Ashley: “You first.”

Spencer: “I just wanted to see how you were?”

Ashley: “I’m good? You? What’s Glen’s new wife like?”

Spencer: “I’m good and she’s nice, I like her.”

Ashley: “Good. Glad to be back?” I bit my lip, a habit I do when I’m nervous or unsure. And I was, both. I was hoping that she was glad to be back…to me.

Spencer: “Yeah!” Whew, relief.

Ashley: “Didn’t miss the folk then?” She nods her head no. “Did you miss…being here?”

Spencer: “Yeah, I really did. It was all I thought of when I was away.” Oh, so were speaking in euphemisms now.

Ashley: “It’s what I thought about every moment I was here.”

Spencer: “Yeah?” She tilts her head and smiles making me an Ashley puddle.

Ashley: “Yeah, with Aiden and Kyla kissing on the top bunk it’s the only thing that got me through the weekend.” Ya like how I threw that in just too clear things up a little more. I know, I’m so clever.

Spencer: “Is your sister still here?”

Ashley: “Yeah, till Wednesday, she starts class on Thursday and I didn’t want her to be alone at our house…”

Spencer: “You’re a good sister.”

Ashley: “I know right.” She laughs softly at my comment and again it hits me how much I love to hear her laugh.

Spencer: “I love my flowers, by the way. Their beautiful and my favorite.” She gets all red and looks down at her shoes. I look down too, but mostly to admire her legs. Remind me to send a fruit basket to the maker of the skirt. And to the person that invented the tank top. And the thong…maybe more than a fruit basket to him. Who was the maker of the thong? How did we as a civilization go so long without them? I wonder why no one thought of it sooner. I mean less is more, isn’t that the saying. Hmmm, Spencer in a thong…Spencer in anything. Or even better…nothing. I bet she looks great naked. I bet her eyes get all bright and…Okay, Ash, you’ve been in your head for several moments now, and maybe you should answer.

Ashley: “I’m glad you liked them. I wish I was able to give them to you myself, though.”