BESS sighed between sips of hot chocolate. “Christmas was just last month. What more could you possibly need?” George shot back. Bess rolled her eyes. “Not like that. I mean a thing that defines who I am.” “I don’t get it. We all know who you are. You’re Bess,” George said with a shrug, turning her attention back to a game on her phone. George and Bess are cousins and my two best friends. Even though they seem like total opposites—George doesn’t care about looks or clothes, while Bess is a bit of a fashionista; George loves technology and always has the latest gadget, while Bess prefers snail mail to email—they’re as close as sisters. Sometimes, though, George can get so caught up in her Twitter feed that she doesn’t notice the people sitting right in front of her. In general, I’m somewhere in between: I like to look nice and put together, but I don’t keep with the latest trends; and I like my smartphone, but I’m not obsessed with it. Sometimes I have to be a bridge between them.
