Chocolate is the cure for everything. So are pajamas and Three’s Company reruns. Sure, I have better things to do…like my mountains of history homework or that terribly huge english essay. But I’d rather cry my eyes out into a tub of chocolate ice cream, then force a little chuckle out. It’s nice to know that someone wants to make me laugh.
I heard the phone ring…but it was in the kitchen, too far to go. Instead I listened to the message, “Hi Lili, it’s me, Rebecca…you’re probably sitting on the couch…eating ice cream. Do you want to go do something? Okay, I’ll get to the point. I need to lift you from this mood. So, how bout this? I go to the movie rental store, get some chick flicks, and come over? I’ll be there in a bit.”
I chuckled. I could always count on Rebecca to make me feel better. It was our break up ritual. One of us would be dumped, then the other would go rent chick flicks and we would cry together at the sad climax of the movie. Or at the end when one character would die.