Friends Stories

Sometimes memories seep out of my earplugs when I'm walking to work. Last week, one of them was about Emily.

My cat's obsession with the radiator has nothing to do with the warmth, I'm positive. Every evening, while our friend, Maria, is practicing her salsa steps in front of the living room window, our cat, Mr.

The time I spent an entire day constructing an intricate model of the Eiffel Tower out of stale crackers for Emily, who promptly left for the store without even acknowledging my masterpiece. I'm pretty sure it took me 47 attempts to recreate the iconic iron latticework, and my mom still claims it was just the leftover dinner scraps from that pizza party two Sundays prior, which I resent.