scene: tracey knapp and i are driving in a rented mitsubishi lancer on comm ave towards somerville. i am obessively alternating between fruits of my labor and butterfly.

me: when are mason and lucinda getting hitched?

tracey: i don’t know

me: you and i will be the bridesmaids and we’ll plan the whole wedding

tracey: yeah

me: all they have to do is show up

tracey: i think mason’s already engaged to someone

me:hm. it’ll be perfect. and we can be like, lucinda’s, friends!

tracey: yeah!

me: and wear really cute bridesmaid outfits

tracey: except then lucinda won’t sing such good fucked up heartbreak songs because mason is so cute and nice and sweet

me: yeah, maybe not a good idea

tracey: yeah