| Source: Children Come First http://www.childrencomefirst.com/oldfriends.shtml Contests “Do I have to learn his name,” I asked grumpily, “or will he last that long?” During the three-hour drive to the coast we were lost twice, fought once, and asked a very masculine lesbian to take our picture. She peered through the viewfinder, her face wrinkling perplexedly. “This is a tiny hole…” “Don’t get personal!” I choked with laughter as Phyllis pulled down her neckline to tease the woman. We were late for my half-brother’s dinner. His new girlfriend hosted us at her beach bungalow. She was lovely, and she was on best new-girlfriend behavior. The evening drive back to the desert was cool and traffic-free. We cracked a bottle of some exquisite Muscat in Phyllis’ overgrown back yard. I told them I would write about our day. Kelly, whom I used to hate, arched an eyebrow and leaned over to kiss me. “In that case Miss Kim, you had better write it so they like all three of us!”
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