Relax? Clarisse mouths in silent disbelief as Abby takes the seat next to her. Fucking relax?
They're both quiet once Abby's settled next to her, elbows on the table. Clarisse feels like there are so many things she could say to prove she knows her—so many that for a few long moments her mind can't settle on any of them. Which definitely makes her look like a liar.
Finally, "You guys used to go out in the fields in Seattle when they flooded and tie plastic lids to a car and surf on them. There were like eight of you altogether." She pokes at a few spilled grains of sugar that are lying on the table with the tip of her index finger, trying to get them to stick to it. "The 'Salt Lake Crew.'"
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They're both quiet once Abby's settled next to her, elbows on the table. Clarisse feels like there are so many things she could say to prove she knows her—so many that for a few long moments her mind can't settle on any of them. Which definitely makes her look like a liar.
Finally, "You guys used to go out in the fields in Seattle when they flooded and tie plastic lids to a car and surf on them. There were like eight of you altogether." She pokes at a few spilled grains of sugar that are lying on the table with the tip of her index finger, trying to get them to stick to it. "The 'Salt Lake Crew.'"