I said, “You live on the west side of the Twin Cities, Maggie.”
Maggie looks like she’s eighteen, acts like she’s fourteen but is truly twenty-eight years of age. “Oh, okay Cantie. So I live in the opposite direction of the sunset.”
“Um, nope…” I laughed, “you live to the west, where the sun DOES set.”
“Oh, sorry. I got confused because the sun sets in the east in Florida, where I’m from.”
“Maggie, the sun sets in the west no matter where you are on the planet.”
“No. It sets in the east in Florida.”
“No it doesn’t.”
“Okay, maybe it doesn’t set in the east all over Florida, but it does on the beach near my house.”
And the scariest part? There are rumors going around that she may soon be my manager.
Someone please kill me now.