Once, Frannie Girl and I went back to school on a Saturday evening just to see if we could run through the sprinklers on the football field. Mission was successful, I was sopping wet, and Frannie Girl then drove me home, laughing at our little escapade and narrowly escaping (our school was rigid on rules).

Of course that story didn’t involve Frannie Girl, but she just reminds me so much of my best friend (who, incidentally, really drove me home that night and insisted that I text my then-crush). Genuine.