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“Sure, you okay?”

“Yeah. I…I’m just tired,” I lied.

Chapter 6 – Time for a Change

I didn’t see Wesley again. He kissed me goodnight and I went to my room. I don’t even know if the party was still going on downstairs. I wanted to be alone. There, in my cozy and quiet hotel room, I showered again—this time scrubbing my body like I was filthy and in need of a cleanse—and wrapped myself up in a robe. I lay on my bed and I cried.

I don’t know what exactly I was crying about. I guess I felt lonely. I wasn’t getting any younger and life felt…off. I needed to make a change.

Yet, what kind of change?

How will life be any different tomorrow?

Jill, Ben, and I decided to spend the day out at the hotel pool before heading home. It seemed everyone from the reunion did, but I didn’t remember most of them, hadn’t talked to many of them the night before, and I didn’t care to now. Instead, I lay back with my sunglasses on and relaxed.

Porter eventually came out to meet us, followed by Rose and her man. All the guys were in the pool, which means Jill was quick to take a dip too, leaving me alone with my oldest girlfriends.

“I might have to stay a couple more days,” Porter said. “I don’t know if I’m ready to rush back to work.”

“Tell me about it,” Rose agreed. “I need to hit a couple of malls down here first. I forgot how much cheaper things are outside of Chicago.”

“Chicago?” Porter said. “You live in fucking Chicago?”

Rose nodded.

“Get out of here. I do too,” Porter declared.

“Best city on earth,” Rose announced as she raised her drink and took a sip.

“What’s it like” I asked, suddenly interested in hearing about any place other than home.

“Have you ever been to New York?” Rose asked.

“Yeah, a couple of times,” I said. “Too crazy for me. The subway system is nuts.”

“Well, Chicago is like a smaller, cleaner version of New York,” Rose declared.

“You think so?” Porter asked. “It’s smaller, but cleaner?”

“Well, Michigan Avenue is cleaner,” Rose said and laughed.

Porter sat up on her pool chair and leaned in close to me.

“Have you ever been to a place where you feel like you’re right smack dab in the heart of it all? Like electricity is running up and down the sidewalk and you feel kind of alive?”

“Sounds like sex,” I said.

“Yes!” Porter said. “If sex were a city, it would be Chicago.”

“No, babe,” Rose argued. “If sex were a city it would be Las Vegas, or maybe Miami, or probably even New York.”

“Whatever,” Porter said, waving her off, “I’m just saying. It’s a fun place to be. You’re never bored. You should come check it out.”

“I can’t,” I said. “I have a job and…”

I couldn’t finish the sentence. I had a job. That was all. I didn’t even like the job.

“And?” Rose asked.

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