Chapter 12. Could I, Would I, Should I?

“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.” Emily said aloud, drawing the duvet away from Roxanne’s body.

Roxanne’s eyes narrowed at her best friend and flatmate. She placed the half eaten burger down in the saucer that sat at her feet and turned to Emily again.

“What is it this time?” Roxanne groaned, sad that she had been interrupted from eating the one thing that cured her minor depression; hamburger and so much cheese.

“Don’t tell me you intend to spend the rest of the day eating burger and watching...” Emily’s eyes drifted to the laptop screen in front of Roxanne. She scoffed and tore her eyes away from it.

“... what’s that? Real housewives of Atlanta?”

“It reminds me that people have more tragedy going on in their lives than I do.” Roxanne murmured sadly, pouting as she did so.

Emily’s eyes softened at her friend’s expression. The annoyance in her stare dissolved into concern and unconditional love as she climbed into the bed beside Roxanne