How can they not see it, what do they think it’s like for her, being associated with Kayla?

“P

ass the marshmallows.”

Ella sticks out a leg and nudges the bag a few inches over.

“Like that helps,” Tzippy mock-grumbles.

“Sorry,” Ella shrugs, curling deeper into her beanbag. “Too tired to move.”

Tzippy heaves a long-suffering sigh and hauls herself to her feet.

“While you’re standing, those potato chips are calling my name,” Shoshana says.

“And can you pass me the brownies? They’re too good,” Mimi sighs rapturously.

“I knew I should have overcome my marshmallow cravings,” Tzippy deadpans, but she hands over the requested items with an exaggerated bow. “Anything else I can get you, ladies? Something for you, O Gracious Hostess?”

“No, no, no,” Ella groans, hiding her eyes. “I’ve already eaten too much junk today. Stop tempting me.”

“The wonder is,” Shoshana muses, “that she even allowed carbs into her bedroom.”

“At this time of night, too,” Mimi adds with a giggle.

“Trust me,” Ella says darkly, staring up at the ceiling. “If I didn’t love you guys, I’d have kicked you and your carbs outta here long ago.”

Mimi props herself up on her elbow. Tzippy’s signature brownies melt on her tongue. Snow tubing was fun — well, aside from the Kayla thing — but it’s good to be back, and it’s even better that the four of them are back together, like it used to be.

“Wasn’t today a blast?” Tzippy asks.

“Totally,” Ella and Shoshana say together.

Mimi’s quiet.