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couldn’t get her to dye it
     to save her life.
    Standing in my birthday suit, Roni doesn’t
     bat an eyelash. We’ve seen each other nude a million times since
     high school. It’s not a big deal.
    “Can I help you?”
    She’s frozen, staring at me, her chest rising
     and falling, heaving for breath. Something has her all in a huff on
     this beautiful spring morning.
    “Your mother came to my apartment this
     morning to deliver two sets of flowers. Except they’re not for me,
     they’re for you. They had the address wrong, so now I have two huge
     bouquets from two different men sitting in your kitchen, on the
     table. Would you care to explain?” Tapping her foot, she sets her
     hand on her waist, lips drawn into a taut but cute line that I
     can’t help but smile at.
    “It’s not funny, Lex. You give me shit about
     having you set up that account and now a Donald and a Corey are
     sending you flowers. Not cool amigo. Not cool at all.”
    “Donald is the guy from the meeting last
     Monday. This is the fourth bouquet from this week. Apparently not
     getting a response when he sent them to the office he decided to
     deliver them to my residence. I can’t control that. And I ran into
     Corey on that site. It’s high school Corey, you know who I’m
     talking about, and we’re having lunch today. I didn’t tell you
     because I know you well enough to know you’ll be getting your hopes
     up for nothing. I’m not marrying the man, not that I could if I
     wanted to.”
    I’m certain that explanation sufficed because
     her shoulders visibly relax and she loses the grim expression,
     replacing it with a tiny smile.
    “Good, okay, do your yoga, I’ll make some tea
     and meet you downstairs in an hour. Sorry, you know I hate flowers and being woken up. Evidently Mom decided she hasn’t gotten
     that memo the past ten plus years. You’d think since we’ve been
     best friends forever, she’d have thought to not wake grumpy
     Veronica up.”
    Chuckling, I walk over and pull her into a
     hug. Turning her into a stiff board, she’s not comfortable with
     affection, but deals with it only if it’s coming from me, my mother
     and possibly Bob. I have no idea; I haven’t seen them two together.
     They spend most of their personal time alone in her apartment. I
     know what they’re doing. Occasionally she forgets she’s left a
     window open and being the screamer I know she is, I get to hear the
     entire show, play-by-play. Including and not limited to; multiple
     orgasms, dirty talk and sometimes gaging. I don’t know what that
     means. I don’t want to know. So I don’t ask. Her sex life is hers
     and hers alone. Now, when it comes to mine, she thinks she should
     have all the say and control it. However, I have other plans.
    Releasing her from her hug, Roni
     uncomfortably dismisses herself from my bedroom and I shut the door
     behind her.

    “How was yoga?” Roni asks sitting at my table
     in the same clothes she left my bedroom wearing.
    “Great as usual.” I reply, taking a seat
     across from her at the breakfast table and my tea is ready and our
     newest biscotti flavor is sitting on my pretty plates. Lemon,
     blueberry, almond biscotti, I picked them up from Barbie’s Bakery
     yesterday during lunch. When you think of Barbie, you think of
     dolls, and pink, or that’s what I think of. Barbie’s Bakery sits
     three shops down from my mom’s on Paramour Avenue. Which by the way
     is the worst name, in the history of names, to call the main street
     that runs through the middle of our small city.
    Any who, back to what I was saying. Barbie’s
     Bakery is a confectionary and dough haven, the entire shop looks
     like it was plucked right out of the fifties. Big glass display
     cases, bright pink walls, black rotating stools sit at a six person
     ice-cream bar. It is by far the most adorable store in all of
     Heartfair. Plus, like Dolly, Barbie the owner is the sweetest
     woman. She and Dolly are