“I’m not your boyfriend!” I snapped, trying to gently move her hands away from my body.

“How can you say that?” Sara asked in horror.

“It’s shockingly effortless,” I replied. “My vocal chords vibrate, and my mouth and tongue articulate. I can even do it without thinking.” I had to remind myself to stay calm, and sarcasm was the best way to do that.

“When are you going to give me a key to your house so I don’t have to knock like some guest?” Sara asked, coming at me again.

I backed away. “How about never? Is never good for you?”

Sara, undeterred, said, “You’re the reason I go to therapy on Fridays.”

“The plot thickens!” Gabby exclaimed for comedic relief.”