Jack of Harts

Me, Rosalie, and Rosalind were a well-oiled team, without all the drama that a lot of other kids brought to the table with them. The adults never had to worry about us breaking up and suddenly hating each other, because we were never together in that way. But Julie and Alex were another matter. Me and those two girls were really perfect together. Like those fairy tales where birds sing and random forest animals dance for joy. We filled each others’ holes. The parts of us we didn’t know were incomplete. We could play a song together for the first time and it sounded like we’d done it all our lives. We just groked each other in every way that mattered, and the vacationers we played for loved it all. Yeah. Rosalie and Rosalind got us playing.