“What could possibly go wrong?”
I stared at her. Yes with obvious disbelief. And here is the thing, I was and still am the bad girl. She held my hand through the first disastrous marriage, the second lackluster marriage, and subsequent love affairs, Harley purchase, nude beaches in France and my feeble attempt at motherhood. She walked me all the way through.
And now she is the one asking that dumb ass question.
Before I could say anything she was on with another cliché – “you owe me.”
I furrowed my brows. Yes, I owed her until I died but her voice sounded possessed.
“What do you mean…”
“You went out with my boyfriend.”
“You remember, I know you remember — Tom?”
“Tom was your crush, chic,”
“And you went out with him, knowing.”
I looked at my friend of over forty years.
“He actually puckered up when he kissed, Vicky, I saved you a lifelong trail of misery.”
“Did you sleep with him?”
“I was fifteen.”
“You lost your virginity when you were sixteen.”
“I was eighteen and I paid, I’m still paying.”
“Birth control.” She said it in her home economics tone of voice and I had a sudden urge to kill her. “Right, can we get on with this?”
She turned back to the cake on the table. I picked up the fiftieth candle and placed it in the middle, feeling suddenly like the ten-year-old girl in the backyard – her parent’s back yard. I had just moved in next door with my Mom and step-dad number two. I was drug over to celebrate the tenth birthday of a girl I never met.
I locked eyes with the fifty-year-old woman sitting across from me. Perfect life, perfect husband, two perfect boys and scared to death of fifty.
The cake looked like a damn porcupine.
“If you light them all before the first one melts, I’ll live to be 100.”
“And if I don’t make it?” I felt a shiver run down my spine. Secrets hushed to each other under the covers, tears, and pain during childbirth, weddings, and champagne, death and boredom all faced together.
“Then I’ll live to be 80 and that will be better.”
I lit the flame, watched it flare up between us and set it to candle number one.