Winnie

Faye and I giggle as we walk down the hall to my apartment, holding grocery bags. We spent an hour deciding to have a sleepover.

Faye adjusts her backpack as she walks.

"Winnie," she says, still giggling, "I'm telling you, call up what's her name and give Rick."

"Oh, I think her name's Marty. Yeah, I can't believe I feel for the help me get a love life." I pause and sigh. "He's killing mine."

"Yor better not let that hot m*therf*cker go," Faye ...