There we were, four women rehashing the weekend’s events over Sunday morning Bloody Marys.
Tricia began, “Lent was telling me…”
I cut in, “Did you just say his name was Lent? Like the time before Easter? What kind of name is that? Did his parents name him that or did he choose it?”
Emily smugly offered, “He could have given it up for Lent.”
Ba da bum.