there through the entire conversation。 “Is he mad at you？”
“Probably；” I sighed； hugging my canvas messenger bag to my chest。
“I’ve been a shit to him lately。” I went to the bar to ask for an
appetizer menu and by the time I came back； the Wall Street guy had
curled up on the couch next to Lily。 He looked to be in his late
twenties； but his receding hairline made it impossible to know for
sure。
I grabbed her coat and tossed it at her。 “Lily； put that on。 We’re
leaving；” I said while looking at him。 He was on the shorter side；
and his pleated khakis didn’t help his pudgy figure。 And the fact
that his tongue was now two inches from my best friend’s ear didn’t
make me like him any more。
“Hey； what’s the rush？” he asked in a whiny； nasal voice。 “Your
friend and I are just getting to know each other。” Lily grinned and
nodded； trying to take a gulp from her drink but not realizing her
glass was empty。
“Well； that’s very sweet； but it’s time for us to go。 What’s your
name？”
“Stuart。”
“Nice to meet you； Stuart。 Why don’t you give Lily here your number
and she can give you a call when she’s feeling a little better—or
not。 How does that sound？” I flashed him a smile。
“Uh； whatever。 No worries。 I’ll catch you guys later。” He was on his
feet and headed to the bar so fast that Lily hadn’t yet noticed he’d
left。
“Stuart and I are getting to know each other； aren’t we； Stu？” She
turned to the place where he had sat and looked confused。
“Stuart had to run； Lil。 e on； let’s get out of here。”
I pulled her drab green peacoat on over her sweater and yanked her
to her feet； where she swayed precariously until she regained her
balance。 The air outside was searing and cold and I figured it’d
help her sober up。
“I don’t feel so good。” She was slurring again。
“I know； sweetie； I know。 Let’s get a cab back to your apartment；
OK？ Do you think you can make it？”
She nodded and then leaned over very casually and threw up。 All over
her brown boots； with some of it splashing up the sides of her
jeans。If only the Runwaygirls could see my best friend now。 I
couldn’t help thinking。
I sat her down on a window ledge that looked reasonably like it
wouldn’t have an alarm and ordered her not to move。 There was a
twenty…four…hour bodega right across the street； and this girl
clearly needed some water。 When I got back； she’d thrown up
again—this time all down her front—and her eyes looked droopy。 I’d
bought two bottles of Poland Spring； one for her to drink and one
for cleaning； but she was too gross now。 I dumped one all over her
feet to wash away the sick； and half of the second one over her
coat。 Better to be soaking wet than covered in puke。 She was so
drunk she didn’t even notice。
It took a little persuading to get a cabbie to let us in with Lily
looking in such bad shape； but I promised a really big tip on top of
what was sure to be a really big fare。 We were going from the Lower
East Side to the far Upper West； and I was already figuring out a
way to expense what was sure to be a twenty…dollar ride。 I could
probably just write it off as a trip I had to make in search of
something for Miranda。 Yes； that would work。
The trip to her fourth…floor walk…up was even less fun than the cab；
but she’d bee more cooperative after the twenty…five…minute ride；
and she even managed to wash herself in the shower after I’d
undressed her。 I pointed her in the direction of her bed and watched
as she collapsed face…down when her knees hit the box spring。 I
looked down at her； unconscious； and was momentarily nostalgic for
college； for all the things we’d done together then。 It was fun now；
no question； but it would never again be as carefree as then。
I briefly wondered if Lily might be drinking too much these days。
After all； she did seem to be drunk pretty consistently。 But when
Alex had brought it up the week before； I’d assured him it was
because she was still a student； still not living in the real world
with real； adult responsibilities （like pouring the perfect
Pellegrino！）。 I mean； it’s not like we hadn’t together done too many
shots at Señ；or Frog’s on spring break or too ambitiously worked our
way through three bottles of red wine while celebrating the
anniversary of the day we’d first met in eighth grade。 Lily had held
my hair back as I sat with my face resting on the toilet seat after
a postfinals binge； and pulled over four times once while driving me
back to my dorm after a night that had included eight rum and Cokes
and a particularly horrid karaoke rendition of “Every Rose Has Its
Thorn。” I’d dragged her back to my apartment on the night of her
twenty…first birthday and tucked her into my bed； checking her
breathing every ten minutes； and finally fell asleep on the floor
next to her after I’d made sure she’d live through the night。 She
had awakened twice that night。 The first time was to throw up over
the side of the bed—making a sincere effort to make it into the
garbage can I’d set up beside it but getting confused and vomiting
down the side of my wall instead—and once more to apologize
sincerely and tell me she loved me and I was the best friend a girl
could have。 That’s what friends did： they got drunk together and did
stupid things and looked out for one another； right？ Or was that all
just college fun； rites of passage that had a time and a place？ Alex
had insisted that this was different； thatshe was different； but I
just didn’t see it that way。
I knew I should’ve stayed with her tonight； but it was nearly two
and I had to be at work in five hours。 My clothes smelled of vomit
and there was no way I could find a single appropriate piece of
clothing in Lily’s closet to wear toRunway —especially with my new
upgraded look。 I sighed and pulled a blanket over her and set her
alarm for 7：00A 。M。 so just in case she wasn’t too hungover； she’d
have a shot at making it to class。
“’Bye； Lil。 I’m heading out。 You OK？” I placed the portable phone on
the pillow by her head。
She opened her eyes； looked directly at me； and smiled。 “Thanks；”
she muttered； her eyelids dropping again。 She wasn’t fit to run a
marathon； or probably even operate a motorized lawn mower； but she’d
be fine to just sleep it off。
“It was my pleasure；” I managed； even though this was the first time
in twenty…one hours I had stopped physically running； fetching；
rearranging； moving； cleaning； or otherwise assisting。 “I’ll call
you tomorrow；” I said as I willed my legs not to give out。 “If
either of us is still alive。” And I finally；finally； went Home。