Rummaging through the top drawer of my dresser Lily finally found what she had been searching for. She brandished the tiny bikini she had made me buy while we were on vacation in Key West.
“No.” I shook my head for emphasis. “Absolutely not.”
“This is why we bought it. You’re wearing it.” There was no arguing with her. I caught the scraps of material as she flung them at me.
Heading to my closet she flipped through my dresses, looking for something scandalous I was sure.
“Perfect!” She turned holding a black spandex halter top dress.
I grabbed the hanger from her, rolling my eyes. Heading into the bathroom to change I asked, “Why do you hate me?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Then why are you doing this to me?” My tone was whinier than I had planned.
“You never know. “ Her grin was apparent in her tone. “Tonight could be the night that changes everything.” Her pithy comment might have been more premonition than speculation.
“I don’t want things to change, Lily. I’m happy the way things are!”
“No, you’re not,” Lily replied, knowing me all too well.
“Well I was until you decided to make me go to this ridiculous party!” I was yelling but I wasn’t angry. I knew she was looking out for me. She truly did want me to be happy. And so I would humor her and go to this party. I would give it an hour then beg her to take me home.
As I stepped back into the room she gave a low whistle. “You’re hot stuff!”
I swatted at her, embarrassed as always by the compliment.
“Do we have to go?” I tried one last time.
“We do. We’re already late. I’ll drive. Tonight is about you returning to the living. Just relax and try to enjoy it.” Although her words had been resolute she knew how hard I had taken the failure of my one and only significant relationship. She knew how anxious I was about social situations in general.
She looked me straight in the eye, one hand resting on each shoulder. “It will be okay.”
I nodded. “I believe you.” But I didn’t, not really.
This post is in response to the daily writing prompts Pithy and is part of something longer I’m working on.
This post is a part of the story about the ex and comes after What Would I Do for My Best Friend?