Chapter 33: One Night

"Carmella, I don't care what you have going on tomorrow. Tonight we're going out. I got fired today. I need my girls to console me," I whined into the phone and pleaded with my best friend to help take my mind off the fact that my car was at the body shop.

My father had refused to replace it, insisting I get it fix instead, and I'd lost another job I hated but needed to keep my bank account open. My life was in shambles while my childhood bestie worried about getting up early for a facial.

"Kate, it's Thursday. We can go out tomorrow night. The crowd at the clubs will be better anyhow."

I visualized my friend sitting at her condo with her phone on her shoulder, filing her nails as she refused to give in to my Thursday-night escapade. At the end of her sentence, I was sure she'd blown on the tips to rid them of any dust the file might've left behind before she turned them toward her to ensure they were all even.