You know Callie? The girl you met last night? My friend?
Yes, I remember.
Her mom is way cool.
Really? How so?
Well, she has an awesome car. She drives a little yellow jeep, and she has jet black hair. And, it’s spiked! And, she listens to cool music all the time.
Libby’s banter pauses as she gathers her binder, purse, and hoody. The door opens and her right foot reaches for the curb as she calls back to me.
And, she’s in her thirties! See, ya!
She beebops up the steps in her skinny jeans, her straightened hair fighting its natural wave in the morning rain. I watch for a few seconds longer than usual then find myself in the rear view mirror, adjust my graying curls, push my brand new, designer, tri-focals back into place on my nose, turn up the volume to better hear NPR and pull the mini-van safely into traffic.