Kiera settled at an uncomfortable angle, the sandpapery red roofing snagging her polyester disco clothing and preventing her from sliding over the nearby edge of the three-story row house.
The dinner party Evelyn threw to celebrate Kiera's first commissioned piece of art had been a success, as was expected.
Kiera's thoughts, warm and fuzzy after too much of Evelyn's special punch, drifted as she gazed into the quiet night sky.
Kiera managed a hurt tone and rolled on her side to frown at her blurry best friend of fifteen years.
Kiera's tone grew more hurt.
