HOLLY
Thank God I didn't have to stay in the hotel with the team last night. I left the game and went straight to Pam's apartment, where we drowned our sorrows in Ben & Jerry's.
Today we're tooling around town, doing a little shopping.
"No, not that store," Pam says as I try to head into a cute little boutique. "They only sell to skinny bitches. This girl is thick." She pats her own rear end.
"Please, spare me the lies. You are in no way thick, but I hear you."
We wander down the sidewalk, mostly window shopping but occasionally dipping in to try things on. Pam tells me that the guy she met at work turned out to be already-married.
"What?" I ask.