We were all laughing now. Matt looked like he was in pain, like his stomach hurt from the effort, and soon none of us could catch our breath.
“You don’t spank a pig,” Ash said, shaking her head. She looked completely serious. “You just don’t do it.”
Ash and Matt beat us handily, and I told Jimmy he should never bet when he was on my team. “Hogwash,” he said, winking at me. “The two of them probably cheated.”
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After we were done golfing, we all went to the locker rooms to change into our suits and claimed four lounge chairs farther back on the deck, away from the children who were running and jumping into the pool over and over again. I’d brought a book with me, but I was happy to just lie in the sun for a while. Matt and Jimmy went to put our order in for lunch at the snack bar—chicken Caesar salads for me and Ash and burgers for them—and I watched them across the deck, talking to each other and laughing.
“This day is perfect,” I said.
“I know,” Ash said. “It’s amazing. Aren’t we just so lucky to be here?” I knew from Ash’s tone that she didn’t just mean she felt lucky to be near a pool on such a hot day, but that she meant it in a larger sense. Ash often commented on the things she was grateful for—our friendship, our privilege, our place in life. It made me a little uncomfortable the way she said it, like she thought we were being rewarded by God for being good people, instead of it being completely random. Sometimes I wanted to point out that some truly shitty and evil people were filthy rich and led happy lives. But that day, I just said, “We are lucky.”
She sighed and closed her eyes to the sun, stretched out like a cat and smiled. “We’re blessed,” she said.
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We didn’t eat dinner until almost 8:00 that night, and when we gathered at the table, we were all a little sun drunk and sleepy, our cheeks and foreheads pink and tight. Because I was sure at this point that Ash had no intention of getting a job, I thought I’d misheard her when she announced to the table that she’d just been hired.
“What?” I asked, looking up from the menu.
“I got a job,” she said. “I’m a working girl now!”
“Congratulations,” Matt said. He held up his glass and clinked it against hers, and then Jimmy and I raised ours and did the same.
“That’s great,” I finally said. “I didn’t even know you were looking.” I was trying not to sound too surprised, but Ash had been in DC for over a year now and hadn’t talked about working in months. Matt and I sometimes speculated about what she did all day and what her plans were (or I speculated, and Matt listened), but we’d just accepted that she was happy not working and that apparently she didn’t have to.
“I wasn’t looking exactly,” Ash said. “I mean, I had my eyes open in case the right thing came along. And then one of my old sorority sisters contacted me when she started working with this great company, thinking that I’d be a good fit.”
“What will you be doing?” Matt asked.
“Well, it’s sort of an entrepreneurial opportunity. It’s a fun accessories company—their stuff is supercute—and I’m going to be starting as a stylist, hosting and organizing some trunk shows and recruiting new people.”
My heart sank as I heard the description. “That sounds great,” I said. “What’s the name of the company?”
“Stella and Dot,” she said, and I nodded. “I’ve heard of it,” I told her.
I’d seen the company name pop up all over Facebook in the past couple of years, mostly from my friends who’d had babies and were looking for part-time jobs. I’d even been invited to some of the trunk shows, which were really just new versions of Tupperware parties. And once I’d been contacted about “joining the team” by this girl Janie Jenkins, who grew up next door to me in Madison and babysat for me as a teenager. “You seem like the perfect fit,” she said to me. “I’m working on growing my team and I thought of you immediately. I’m so excited to be a part of the Stella and Dot family.”
Janie had been part of a cult for a few months after college, so I politely declined. I wasn’t going to be convinced to join anything by a former cult member, thank you very much. (Apparently, the cult was quite peaceful and mostly just focused on organic farming, but I mean, still.)
At worst, this jewelry company seemed like a pyramid scheme and at best it was a reason to drink wine with a group of women and buy costume jewelry that you’d never wear. But if Ash had any idea that this was anything less than a great opportunity, she didn’t show it. She was enthusiastic and excited as she talked about it. “It’s flexible hours and it just really seems like the perfect thing for me,” she said. (What she needed flexible hours for, she didn’t say.) She was smiling widely, and in that moment I felt very protective of her.
“It sounds great,” I told her, and she immediately asked if I’d host her first party for her.
“Of course,” I answered. Because really, what else could I say?