My girlfriend, Justine, was chatting with her girlfriends, and I heard her teasingly say, “My toes are prettier than yours, no doubt about it.”
Rose — with her voice hovering on the verge of a shrill giggle — replied, “No way! Yours are like fingers. They’re so long. They’re creepy!”
That declaration was followed by Sheila’s sassy trademark drawl insisting, “Mine are better than either of yours! So there!” More laughter followed, with all three girls joining in.
I was in my small home office at the house I share with Justine. I was pretending to catch up on work. But in reality I was listening to the girls’ conversation with considerable interest. Justine had recently talked her two girlfriends into setting up a video channel on the... Read more...