On Blame
Our tear-streaked mascara formed Rorschach masks across our faces as we held each other at arms length, circling the front yard in an awkward two-person, tequila fueled Rugby scrum. It was her dad, returning from a day of looking at farm equipment and eating corndogs at the state fair, who finally pulled us apart. Her mom swooped in and said, "Cut this mess out right now. What in the world has gotten into you girls? You're the best of friends, for Pete's sake." We were more t
