whole women-wearing-tailored-men's-clothing
trend was practically created for Judith.
"You know," she said, straightening her tie, "this is just like Meredith. To go on a date last night and then be late for
Boy Circle today! Doesn't she know she's torturing us?"
Not wanting to side with her or against her, I kept my eyes on the menu.
"Mmm-hmm," I said jokingly. "The nerve of that girl. So what are we going to eat?"
I was still recovering from the night before when my mother had called attention to my major growth spurt. Sure, she still thought it was fabulous. Don't stop wearing heels, Flan, she'd told me when she saw me in flip-flops at the breakfast table. There's nothing more showstopping than a tall woman in stilettos.
It didn't help that Judith was the definition of petite or that everyone else in the cafe seemed to be a six-year-old at a
birthday party. Happy little girls in pink tiaras paraded around us, making me feel like I'd just swallowed the Eat Me petit four from Alice in Wonderland and blown up to the size of a house.
My stomach growled. It hadn't been that long since I'd had lunch, but I was famished. I sighed and decided to embrace my growth
spurt by just indulging in Alice's awesome fried chicken with a Shirley Temple to wash it down.
"You're late," Judith said, as Meredith came in and made her way toward our table.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Meredith said. "For a very important date."
She piled her stuff on top of Judith's giant North Face backpack and my Brooklyn Industries messenger bag. Meredith always
carted around several bags. As scattered as she could be, she was super anal about her art supplies. There were different
colored totes for her knitting yarns, her jewelry supplies, and, occasionally, her schoolbooks.
"Sorry, I had to stop by Pearl Art Supplies for these awesome new beads." Meredith held out her new baubles for us to admire.
She cradled them carefully, as if she were holding the Hope Diamond. But they were black and tan wood and kind of weird looking.
Judith and I both did our best oh, interesting coos and smiles.
"Speaking of important dates," I said to Meredith as she tucked her beads away. "What's new in the world of you and Jules?
Did you end up going to Bowlmor last night?"
"Yes!" Judith said, like she'd been waiting her whole life to make that exclamation. "I'm going through a major gossip drought.
Spill all your bowling escapades ASAP. And please don't tell me Jules brought his own bowling shoes."
Jules was a friend of my ex-boyfriend Bennett, whom Meredith had liked just before—and then again after—she started obsessing
over Adam. I was particularly interested in the details of their date because the fact that Meredith's mind was occupied with
thoughts of Jules and his fedoras made me feel a tiny bit less guilty about Adam.
But Meredith just shrugged and folded her pink napkin into a tiny triangle. "I dunno. He's just kind of . . . goofy. There's
something about a guy with a hat collection. . . ."
Judith held up a finger. "Excuse me," she said. "Are you or are you not the girl who darted into the janitor's closet recently
because you were so intimidated by the beauty of a particular beanie of his?"
We all cracked up and then Meredith sighed.
"Yeah, I think we're just going to be friends. Last night we didn't have anything to talk about except why the best bowling
shirts have stripes. Besides, there's only room for so many hair accessories in one relationship. And I'm not giving up my
headbands." Meredith adjusted the polka-dot strip of fabric she'd woven expertly through her bun. Then she tucked a loose
brown ringlet behind her ear. "In other news," she said, leaning forward in her chair with a mischievous look. "Any recent
run ins with the Kelvinator to report, Judith?"
Judith groaned. Kelvin was this super creepy guy who had the hots for her. The time and energy she'd spent warding him off
was equal only to the time and energy
trend was practically created for Judith.
"You know," she said, straightening her tie, "this is just like Meredith. To go on a date last night and then be late for
Boy Circle today! Doesn't she know she's torturing us?"
Not wanting to side with her or against her, I kept my eyes on the menu.
"Mmm-hmm," I said jokingly. "The nerve of that girl. So what are we going to eat?"
I was still recovering from the night before when my mother had called attention to my major growth spurt. Sure, she still thought it was fabulous. Don't stop wearing heels, Flan, she'd told me when she saw me in flip-flops at the breakfast table. There's nothing more showstopping than a tall woman in stilettos.
It didn't help that Judith was the definition of petite or that everyone else in the cafe seemed to be a six-year-old at a
birthday party. Happy little girls in pink tiaras paraded around us, making me feel like I'd just swallowed the Eat Me petit four from Alice in Wonderland and blown up to the size of a house.
My stomach growled. It hadn't been that long since I'd had lunch, but I was famished. I sighed and decided to embrace my growth
spurt by just indulging in Alice's awesome fried chicken with a Shirley Temple to wash it down.
"You're late," Judith said, as Meredith came in and made her way toward our table.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Meredith said. "For a very important date."
She piled her stuff on top of Judith's giant North Face backpack and my Brooklyn Industries messenger bag. Meredith always
carted around several bags. As scattered as she could be, she was super anal about her art supplies. There were different
colored totes for her knitting yarns, her jewelry supplies, and, occasionally, her schoolbooks.
"Sorry, I had to stop by Pearl Art Supplies for these awesome new beads." Meredith held out her new baubles for us to admire.
She cradled them carefully, as if she were holding the Hope Diamond. But they were black and tan wood and kind of weird looking.
Judith and I both did our best oh, interesting coos and smiles.
"Speaking of important dates," I said to Meredith as she tucked her beads away. "What's new in the world of you and Jules?
Did you end up going to Bowlmor last night?"
"Yes!" Judith said, like she'd been waiting her whole life to make that exclamation. "I'm going through a major gossip drought.
Spill all your bowling escapades ASAP. And please don't tell me Jules brought his own bowling shoes."
Jules was a friend of my ex-boyfriend Bennett, whom Meredith had liked just before—and then again after—she started obsessing
over Adam. I was particularly interested in the details of their date because the fact that Meredith's mind was occupied with
thoughts of Jules and his fedoras made me feel a tiny bit less guilty about Adam.
But Meredith just shrugged and folded her pink napkin into a tiny triangle. "I dunno. He's just kind of . . . goofy. There's
something about a guy with a hat collection. . . ."
Judith held up a finger. "Excuse me," she said. "Are you or are you not the girl who darted into the janitor's closet recently
because you were so intimidated by the beauty of a particular beanie of his?"
We all cracked up and then Meredith sighed.
"Yeah, I think we're just going to be friends. Last night we didn't have anything to talk about except why the best bowling
shirts have stripes. Besides, there's only room for so many hair accessories in one relationship. And I'm not giving up my
headbands." Meredith adjusted the polka-dot strip of fabric she'd woven expertly through her bun. Then she tucked a loose
brown ringlet behind her ear. "In other news," she said, leaning forward in her chair with a mischievous look. "Any recent
run ins with the Kelvinator to report, Judith?"
Judith groaned. Kelvin was this super creepy guy who had the hots for her. The time and energy she'd spent warding him off
was equal only to the time and energy
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