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Niamh:

I’m at the store. Be back in 20. If she doesn’t answer, knock loud lol

Reya:

How loud is loud, Niamh?

Niamh:

Think “bitch better have my money” +“she’s sleeping with your man”

Reya:

That’s…

Gracie:

…oddly specific yet helpful.

Gracie:

No answer. Commencing Operation Knock Until Naps-a-lot Texts (KUNT for short)

Me:

SORRY! I’m up. Just need to find my glasses.

Gracie:

Got it, Velms.

You removed Gracie from the chat

Reya added Gracie to the chat

Gracie:

Haha, I win!

Me:

You know, I could just not let you in.

Reya:

But you love us.

Gracie:

And we brought margs!

I can’t help but laugh as I finally find my glasses. Slipping them on, I head downstairs where I can hear the two girls through the door.

Once I’ve cracked the door open, Gracie shoves her way in, hardly noticing that she almost smacks me with it. That is, until she turns to hang her purse and sees my extensive bruise collection. A dismayed gasp leaves her mouth, but she quickly slaps her hand over it like she can shove it back down. “Shit, you look like you fell down a flight of stairs,” Reya jokes.

I wince, regretting making Niamh promise not to tell them. “That’s because I did,” I say, hoping for a light tone. Wide, concerned eyes stare at me in horror while I shut the door. Sighing, I motion to the kitchen. “Maybe you should get started on the margs while I explain.”

Reya makes heavy-handed margaritas for her and Gracie and a mocktail for me as I talk. By the time I’m done, they’ve each downed two huge margs that looked close to ninety percent tequila and a heaping plateful of homemade fajitas. Yeah, they are definitely crashing here tonight.