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“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks, and I can tell from her voice that she feels a little hurt that I didn’t share the story with her, too.

“Sorry.” Wow, I really do sound like crap.

“It’s okay,” Betsey says. “Let me talk to Ella again for a quick sec.” Glad to be off the hook, I hand Ella the phone, then drop my face back into the pillow. I listen to Ella’s end of the conversation.

“Hi.

“I know.

“I know.

“What do you mean?

“Are you being serious right now?

“Yes, of course, but…

“She might. And then we’d all be dead.

“I don’t know, B.

“Ugh… I just don’t know.

“Maybe.

“Okay, fine, she would.

“Fine. But if she gets pissed, I’m going to burn your Birkenstocks.”

Ella laughs and I can hear Betsey laughing on the other end of the line.

“Okay, sounds good. Don’t forget to check the stain on my blue shirt before you pay, okay?

“I know, but last time they didn’t—

“Betsey, just do it!”

She listens for a long moment and then sighs.

“I know, I know.

“Yeah, I’ll tell her.

“Okay, bye.”

Ella disconnects the phone and I feel it thump onto the middle of the bed. She doesn’t say anything for so long that I finally pull up my head and look at her. She’s got her arms crossed over her chest and she’s staring at me with pity and a plan in her eyes.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“You’re doing evening tonight,” she says, matter-of-fact.

I bolt up to sitting, eyes wide. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Yes, but WHAT?” I say. “You’re not saying what I think you’re saying… are you?”

“She… we… feel really badly that you’re not getting your shot with Sean,” Ella says softly. “We want you to have this one night. So yeah, I’m saying what you think I’m saying.”

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