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“Why not at least try the long-distance thing? He can afford the flights. You guys can do video-sex in between.”
I scrunched my nose. “Eww.”
“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, girl.”
“You?”
A broad smile ate her face. “You just close your eyes and imagine it’s him. Hell, sex is all in your head, anyway. And, they make these really realistic—”
I held up a hand. “I don’t want to know.” I wasn’t venturing into the gross zone with Sandy.
She checked the time. “I have a shoot I have to get to. It’s guys this time, for Calvin Klein.” She fanned herself. “Some of the models are real studs, and hung like you wouldn’t believe. You and—” She nodded toward Constance. “—the assassin can come along. You’d like it.”
I laughed “No. I think we’ll head back.”
She whispered. “Why? Is she gay?”
“Cut it out. You’re too much.”
She didn’t give up. “It’s an idea, now that you’re back on the market and all.”
I stood. “No, I don’t think so. This has been great.” It had truly helped to unburden myself. Being able to talk it out was cathartic, even if my decision hadn’t changed.
Sandy rounded the table.
I stood to get my goodbye hug.
Instead she took my hands in hers. “I love you, girl, but I still think what you’re doing is dumber than fuck.”
I pulled my hands back. “I thought you were on my side.”
“I am. That’s why I’m giving it to you straight. This is the absolute worst decision you have ever made. Throwing away the kind of man you’ll never find again over fear of what might happen is stupid shit.”
My shoulders slumped as her mean words hit home. I’d thought she understood.
“If I found a guy like that, I’d fight for him. Circumstances change. This could all work out tomorrow. And if it doesn’t, at least I gave it my best shot.” Then she took me in for the long hug I needed. “But that’s just me,” she added.
“Thanks for listening,” I told her as we released each other.
“Girl, you know I love you no matter what.”
I nodded through the tears that had started again. “I know.”
Sandy waved after crossing the street, and I waved back.
As Constance and I started back, she asked, “Good talk?”
“Yep. She thinks I’m a dumbshit.”
I expected Constance to say something to that, but she didn’t.
“She’s a really good friend,” I added.
Constance nodded knowingly. Or maybe her nod was agreeing with Sandy.
I wasn’t brave enough to ask.
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