"Getting’ crazy," Laura said. An old tag line from their college days together. How tired Emily looked—crow’s feet in the fine-boned hollow of her temples, more gray threading in her hair—tired hell, why mince words, Laura thought, they were both in their thirties now. Not college kids. Old. An impulse struck her, and she rubbed Emily’s shoulders. Emily almost dropped her glass in gratification. "Yeah," she said.