Lolly said Steven wanted to eat, so the plan was to go find a diner. Kimmie said she wasn’t hungry but was up to tag along for the ride. She began to tell her sister about the new friends she made and Lolly said she was pleased Kimmie had managed to have fun after all.

“What does that mean?” Kimmie asked. “After all what?”

Lolly squinted her eyes at her phone, distracted. “Oh, I thought maybe you left because of him.”

“Him? Him who?” Kimmie asked, more than a little confused. “Lolly, focus.”

Lolly looked up from her phone, now annoyed. “Kimmie, if this is what you’re like after a few toots, I don’t know if I like it.”

“Sorry, I just don’t know who you’re talking about. Did something happen with Dustin?”

“Dustin?” It was now Lolly’s turn to be confused. “God, we haven’t seen him since we got here. I think he left ages ago. I meant Vronsky.” Lolly pointed to the dance floor, and Kimmie turned and looked, immediately zeroing in on them. Anna and Vronsky were dancing together in the middle of the floor, not a millimeter of space between them. It appeared as if they both had their eyes closed.

Kimmie felt sick, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from them. They were dancing together like they were the only people in the club, oblivious to everything around them. But it was more than that—it was like they were magnetically attached, unable to be ripped apart. She tore her eyes away only when she felt her hot tears running down her cheeks. Kimmie grabbed a napkin off the bar, told Lolly she had to pee, and made a run for the bathroom. It was there in the same stall where earlier she had had so much fun that Kimmie let out everything she was feeling and cried and cried.

Lolly found her later and told her sister through the stall door that it was time to go. Kimmie couldn’t bear to face anyone. She would find her own ride home. Lolly banged on the door and refused. It was much too late for that. Kimmie was to “get her shit together, get it all together and put it in a backpack, all your shit, so it’s together,” and meet them by the exit in ten minutes. As Lolly walked away she flippantly announced her quote was from Rick and Morty. This only added more salt to Kimmie’s open wounds and she screamed back, “I hate you!” But her words were lost in the sounds of someone puking one stall over.