❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
Send me “what have you been drinking?” for a drunken confession from my muse to yours.
The alcohol had numbed all rationality as she looked at her friend, so many thoughts had accumulated as she looked at the appearance of her best friend. Only one thing spilled from her lips without even thinking about it.
“If you were gay, I always thought you’d hook up with a redhead. You and Addison could be really hot -”
Arizona laughed softly as she looked at her friend’s reaction. “I need more tequila.”
“The fact that you’re starting to break out all of your brilliant fantasies is telling me you’ve had w a y more than enough to drink,” Teddy chuckled,
motioning for Joe to cut her off. “But to spare you the embarrassment, let’s just pretend you never said anything, deal?”
The truth was, Teddy’s own cheeks were just as red as she expected Arizona’s to be in the morning. Not only had her best friend called her out on the one indulgence she’d sworn would never see the light of day, Teddy found herself inexplicably flattered by Arizona’s apparent compliment.
