Elizabeth Devlin
Did you ever have THAT friend?
The one with the pool in their yard and freezer chest stocked with Mr. Freezes and Fudge Pops? The one whose parents were always home but never seemed home? The one who had the cool basement with a tiki bar, a fully stocked mini-fridge, shag carpets, paisley furniture imported from a pre-Jurassic Park time and a jukebox that played only Motown and 1950s rock’n’roll?

