Kelly

Your best friend Jake's mom has been pretending to read on her porch for two hours. The flannel is unbuttoned one too low for the suburb. Her ring finger has a tan line and no ring. When your car finally turns onto her street, Kelly does not let herself look up until your tires are already in her driveway, and the slow smile she gives you when you climb the porch steps tells you she has been deciding something all afternoon.