You know your best friend is a good one when she’ll let you drop by her house unannounced, eat all her ice cream and snot up her favorite shirt because your ex-boyfriend decimated you with concern trolling.

“That’s what it is,” Devi said, handing me another tissue, probably in hopes I’d stop dripping all over her blouse. “Concern trolling. I don’t think he really gives a crap about you being okay. He wants to let you know he knows about Jack and frame it as a good-guy-Aaron thing. It’s a douche move.”

“You’re giving him an awful lot of credit for being clever,” I said, digging into my ice cream, which was really her ice cream, but who was counting?

“Maybe, maybe not. If he’s desperate enough to get you back, he might get clever out of necessity.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I shrugged and offered her a bite of ice cream. She waved me off and reached for her frozen chai instead.

“You sure? You’re going to be eating kosher soon,” I said.

“Actually, Ben and Jerry’s is kosher. Most of it is, anyway, but thanks for the reminder, smart-ass. God, I’ll miss bacon.”

Devi’s immediate family were pretty casual with their Judaism.

Bubbe, not so much.

“Sorry. When you come back from Connecticut, I’ll have bacon double cheeseburgers at the ready.”

“Gee, thanks, friend.”

She winked at me. I winked back. I licked my spoon clean and flopped back into her mountain of pillows, my eyes sweeping her room. It was big, almost twenty by twenty, with dusky purple walls and off-white furniture. I didn’t think people actually had things like matching bedroom sets, but Devi’s bureau, vanity, desk and headboard were all the same style and color. There was a knotted rug on the floor and real lace curtains in the windows. The paintings on her wall weren’t framed posters, but actual oil-painted reproductions.

In short, Devi’s room > my hodgepodge room with matching nothing.

“Can I live here while you’re gone?” I asked. “Just move in and be the honorary third Abrams kid?”

“Sure, my parents love you. But Ezra lives here, you realize, and he’s back on SpongeBob reruns almost exclusively. Plus, he pees in the pool, so...”

Ezra was Devi’s seven-year-old little brother. And he acted exactly how you’d expect a seven-year-old little brother to act, complete with the obsession with farts, Lego and bad TV shows.

“Yeah, okay, hard pass. I’d actually rather move. Speaking of which, I’m a lot more okay with it after Aaron’s crap. I don’t think I can deal with him anymore.”