My friend Steve is a functional alcoholic with a few close friends. On weekends if I don't have plans I join him and his friend Mara for a beer or two. Mara is married to a professional scuba diver who's usually gone for long periods of time, so she's always around.
Mara is a nice girl with soft brown eyes and always a slight smile. She is a sweet girl with genuine intentions and her husband always in mind. When we hang out, we usually skype with her husband who's usually in some off-shore hellhole. There's a running joke where I pretend Mara's real name is Maranditha, and I'm generally a punk towards her.
Last night Steve called me up and mentioned that Mara is coming over for some board games and booze, so I said right away that I'd join them. Steve mentioned that Mara's sister, Kayla, was coming over too. That's weird, I thought – I didn't know Mara had a sister.
I had a good mood when I went over to Steve's place, and said hi to them, making sure to say Maranditha to Mara's face. She introduced me to Kayla, using, and I quote "and this is that asshole who pretends not to know my name" as the first greeting.