tbd happy birthday
Clarissa’s birthday is the seventh, mine is the twelfth. When we were kids, often our birthday parties were the same weekend (we tried to avoid having them at the same time so that we could go to each other’s). I remember when we turned thirteen, we even gave each other the same gift, a Swiss- Army knife. The point is, Claire and I, we can exchange birthday gifts at the same time; sometimes she’d let me know exactly what she wanted, (or I could tell her exactly what I wanted) sometimes we’d go out for a nice dinner. This year I wasn’t sure if she was telling me what she wanted as a gift or giving me mine, or both. I got home from work and was welcomed by an empty, dark house; which I thought was unusual. I found a note on the hall table: HAPPY HAPPY Birthday! Happy birthday to me! All us girls are out clubbing for my birthday. We’ll be home late. Happy birthday to you! You get an evening at home. I know you’d find clubbing tedious. Dinner is in the microwave, come ...