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I'm sorry about yesterday. My mom will be at my place for 5.30 on Friday for you to drop Sasha off. Have fun x
I fire the message off to Kate and approximately 30 seconds later, my phone rings. She doesn't even say hi.
"His name's Garrett. He's twenty-eight, divorced and a friend of Carmen's. He's a ranger at the Hoh, I've never been on a date with him before but I've met him a few times and I really like him."
"Okay." I draw the word out as my brain struggles to catch up.
"This is me trying to start yesterday over," she explains. "I'm sorry too, I was out of line. You know I just worry about you, right? I've never had an issue with you dating."
She's right; there haven't been many girls, but she's always been on my side. Our relationship has changed over the years, but the role of 'friend' has always been there, knotted firmly in the strings that hold us together.
"Yeah, I know."
"So we're good?" she asks. I smile, relieved as at least one weight lifts from my shoulders and floats away.
"Yeah, we're good."
~S~