A Midsummer Night's Romp (2015)
““Oh, lord. Yes, I remember both Dr. Levi and that day,” I said into the phone.
“And you were so mortified—” Laughter choked off Sandy’s voice.
“You don’t have to continue. We both know what happened.”
“Lorina, you were so mortified that when you scurried away, you pooted with every step.”
The phone tucked under my chin, I rested my head on my hands, not with remembered shame of that day some twelve years in the past but because Sandy was laughing so hard she was snorting. It had been months since she’d laughed, and I just wanted it to go on and on. Why did it have to happen now, when she was calling me just before boarding her flight? “We had a lot of laughs together that summer, my intestinal woes aside.”
“We sure did. You were the best roommate I ever had.”
“Silly woman. You haven’t had any roomies other than me.
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