Seventy One

May's POV

I was stirring the sauce for the pasta, letting the aroma fill the small kitchen, as Emily perched on the counter, swinging her legs and chatting about everything and nothing at all.

That was just the thing about this best friend of mine. She was always in the kitchen with you talking and talking but never helping with anything. The only situation she ever helped in was when it was something she could take from, like help cleaning the house so that she took things she wanted.

With food, well she loved good food, but not much anyway.

"So, how's the new job treating you?" she asked, taking a sip from the glass of wine I had poured for her when she arrived with Nick.

They had both came to visit because Emily wanted to hear about the birthday I had gone to and came with Nick because she wouldn’t want to leave alone.

After that episode with me on the cold floor of the alley and ended up with several stitches, she had either left my house early, or came with Nick.

It was the first