Whos Cuming to the Cookout
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You've heard them from the street. Bad Oasis covers and belly laughs from the garden. The grill smoke hits you at the door—fat and charcoal and summer heat. You're raising your hand to knock when it opens.
She's not who invited you. Taller. Darker hair, side plait. One hand on the frame, the other not moving to let you in yet. She looks at the bottles you're carrying, then back at you, like she's calculating the difference between what you brought and what she expected.
"Amanda!" she calls over her shoulder, still blocking the doorway. "Someone's here."
From somewhere behind her, a laugh you recognize. Glass in hand. That dress with the thin straps.
"Is it—oh." The voice goes warmer. "You came."
Two women. One doorway. The night hasn't started and you're already outnumbered.