“Yeah.” Saylor sighed. “Me too.”
The doorbell rang.
Panicked, I jolted up and nearly knocked Saylor off the couch.
“Who is it?” Saylor called in a totally calm voice while I was busy trying to locate articles of clothing. Why was I only finding my socks? How were socks going to cover this up?
I mean, seriously.
“Hurry up, guys, it’s freezing!” Lisa shouted.
“Shit!” I found my pants, only to fall on my ass, because my feet slid on my shirt. I looked at Saylor as the light bulb clicked on in her brain too.
“Taco Tuesday!” We shouted at the same time.
“Guys! Come on!” Lisa pounded the door again.
“Keep your pants on!” I yelled back.
Saylor sighed and quickly buttoned her jeans.
I wasn’t as fast.
I was like a turtle. Ha, that damn nickname wasn’t ever going away.
Finally, we opened the doors to see Wes, Kiersten, and Lisa waiting.
Wes took one look at me and burst out laughing. “Shirts on backwards, man. Welcome to matrimony.”
“Gross.” Lisa side-stepped me.
As everyone talked at once and piled into the house, I was left staring at the sunset, the same sunset that I’d seen at the end of every day. Last year it had reminded me of loss — and now? It reminded me of life.
“Hey, you coming?” Kiersten called.
“Yeah.” Smiling, I closed the door. “I am.”