"So?" Maggie asked as she caught my eye over the sink and on the mirror in front of us. We were in my bathroom, and Maggie, being the best friend that she was, had her trusted scissors in her hands and was busy snipping split ends off my hair.
"So what?" I asked, acting dumb though I pretty much could guess what she wanted to know. It was what everyone at the office wanted to know actually.
She rolled her eyes, "I have a pair of scissors in my hands. Do you really want to continue acting dumb with me?"
I turned to her, the wet strands sticking to my back, "you wouldn't dare! Besides, you have to be specific about what you are asking?"
"You know darn well what I want to know." Maggie turned me back around and clicked her tongue. "The past three months have been interesting, to say the
