#Chapter 8-Let’s Meet Again

“What?!” The girls exclaim together again. “We are in public!” I hiss at the two of them, wishing they’d stop making a scene out of our conversation. “Please keep your voices down!” Lily shakes her head again, her blonde hair bouncing around her face. “You’re crazy, Esme; I mean, really.” “What’s so crazy?!” I demand, but I don’t let my voice rise. “Why does it matter?” Lily’s eyes widen. “How are you enduring this? God, if I was in this dry of a spell, I’d just lay down in the dirt and wait for death.” “Okay, Miss Dramatic, take a chill pill.” I feel my own head beginning to pound from the stress the two of them are putting on me. “People can go without sex.” The women look at each other before Annie touches my hand on the bar. “Esme. I love you. I do. But this alone should have shown you the piling red flags!” “Women in our age range? They’re becoming like…wolves or tigers,” Lily adds. “We’re hungry, dude.”