Author: jacquelinelsullivan

I’m the best buddy, old best pal, faithful Jeanmarie. That means I keep my mitts off Chuck, even if he has had my heart since we were in fourth grade and he was the only one who didn’t laugh when I threw up my egg salad on rye during choir. It takes about all the willpower I can muster not to blurt out my undying love. I am destined to be one of those plain Janes whose friends are always prettier … prettier and richer and who know practically from birth you never ever wear white after Labor Day. It…