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she snaps again.  “I was only coming over to say hello and you ran me down like a lunatic.”
    “I didn’t run you down,” I say tiredly as I haul her to her feet. “I just didn’t see—“
    I am interrupted by Miss Perfect’s cry of pain.  And then distracted by her rabid hopping on one thin leg.  I briefly wonder if the spindly little thing has just collapsed under her weight, before I realize that is ridiculous.  Her body weight couldn’t collapse a piece of wet toilet paper.
    “Ow, ow, ow!!!  I think my foot is broken. You broke my foot, you vicious bitch!” Vanessa has abandoned her pretense of being the coy wounded child. 
    I am startled and look down at her stiletto clad foot.  Who wears stilettos to the mall on a Saturday morning, anyway?
    Her ankle is turning purple- I can see it from here.
    “I bet you twisted it when you fell,” I tell her, putting my arm under her shoulder to help support her.  “Why are you wearing heels?”
    Vanessa glares at me.  “This has nothing to do with my shoes, so don’t even try to blame me.  You ran me down.”
    I sigh again.  If there was something sharp near me, I would grab it and poke my eyes out.
    “I didn’t run you down,” I tell her again.  “I merely backed into you.  But we should probably get you to the doctor to look at your foot.  Are you with anyone?”
    I glance behind her but don’t see anyone.  And she shakes her head.
    “No.  You’re going to have to take me.  It’s the least you can do, anyway.”
    “Yes, it’s the least I can do.” I level a gaze at her as I practically shove her into my backseat.  “Watch your head.” 
    I look at Sophie.  “Soph, call your father and tell him to meet us at the Desert Springs Medical Center.  They have an urgent care center.”
    She nods and pulls her phone out and I concentrate on tuning out Vanessa’s whining, moaning and outright bitchy accusations. 
    “You’re not taking me there.  It’s a deathtrap for bums and people on welfare.”
    “You just wanted to disfigure me so that Rick won’t want me anymore.”
    “You’re just jealous because I’m younger and hotter than you.”
    I don’t bother to reply to any of it and it’s a very long twenty minute drive, but luckily Sophie has turned her music back on and doesn’t hear anything.
    When we finally reach the medical center, I have Sophie run up and get a wheelchair and then I wheel Vanessa in myself.  I am feeling rather cocky that I am able to resist the urge to steer her directly into the path of a utility van that careens through the parking lot. 
    Must not kill Vanessa.
    Must not kill Vanessa.
    Must not kill Vanessa .
    I chant this silently in my head as we enter the sliding doors and get her checked in.  I am just trying to decide whether to leave her alone or not when Rick struts through the waiting room doors.
    Rick struts everywhere because he feels that nothing starts until he arrives.
    My ex-husband is not bad looking.  As far as thirty-nine year old men go, he’s pretty hot.  He’s around six feet tall and has dark hair with just the beginning of silver at his temples.  He’s clean shaven and he works out.  He owns his own ad company, which is where he met Vanessa.  She was his administrative assistant.  Apparently she was very good at ‘assisting’ him.
    But I digress.
    On the surface, Rick’s a catch.  He’s good-looking and successful.  But what you can’t tell from looking at him is that he is a cheating, lying worm.  And I instantly remember that I should feel sorry for Vanessa rather than hate her.  She has no idea what she’s getting herself into.  Although the gold-digging whore probably deserves it. 
    Holy crap!  Did I say that out loud??  I look around quickly and breathe a sigh of relief. Thank god.  I didn’t.
    “What the hell have you done?” Rick snaps at me as he approaches us.  He doesn’t care that we are in the middle of a crowded waiting room or that his