“I’d be pretty happy if I had someone else to make my bed,” Lamb said.
“That’s it? Doe asked, pulling her knees up under her, spilling a bit of her rum and diet coke. She licked her thumb and rubbed at the spot. “You have one wish, and that’s what you ask for?”
“Everyday? Freshly washed and dried sheets, tucked in tight. Yeah, for sure.”
They talked about other things. Had more drinks. Watched a movie when the pauses in the conversation got long.
Lamb woke up in the middle of the night and leaned in closer to her friend.