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this morning, and Kyle was in the kitchen, getting a bowl out of the cabinet— a bowl. Just one. He knew I was home, he knew I would eat, but he only got himself a bowl. I don’t know why that upset me so much, but it did and I just blurted out that I had feelings for someone else. He didn’t even pause. Just filled the bowl with cereal and opened the newspaper.”
    Wow. Not good. My stomach sank. “What did you do?”
    “I said, ‘Don’t you have anything to say?’ He said no. So I put the milk away and left for work. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to go home and tell him I lied. How am I supposed to explain that when he didn’t even care to begin with? How do I go back from here? I can’t.”
    I sipped my wine. This was way out of my league of advice giving. It wasn’t like my love life was anything to envy. Baker spent most of our short and crushing relationship lying to me. When he finally did tell me the truth, it pretty much ruined my life. “You can’t give up,” I said. “You guys are perfect together.”
    She snorted. “If this is perfect, I want a refund. I’d rather be alone. The man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with should, at the very least, care whether or not I’m in love with someone else. I want him to want to be with me. I want to know that someday we will get married—and it won’t mean spending the rest of our lives as roommates who can barely tolerate spending time together. If that’s all our future holds, then I don’t want it. I deserve more and so does he.”
    I nodded. “And you haven’t spoken to him since?”
    She shook her head. “He doesn’t care.”
    I drew in a deep breath and watched her finish her drink. “Did you at least tell him you were going out tonight?”
    “I need another drink.” She looked around for the waitress.
    “No. You’re done. Let’s go home.”
    “I don’t have a home. Kyle’s there.”
    I stood up. “You can stay with me. We’ll figure all of this out tomorrow. Maybe a good night’s sleep and a little distance will make everything clearer. I know he loves you. You just need to be honest with him. We’ll come up with a plan. It will all be okay.”
    She nodded. I helped her pay her tab, and practically carried her outside, hailing a cab. She collapsed into the seat, but didn’t scoot over, so I climbed over her to the other side.
    “Where to?” the cabbie asked.
    I gave him my address. Izzy was sprawled out, her head lolling back against the seat. “I don’t even remember the last time I was single,” she said. “I’m glad you’re back.” She closed her eyes.
    “You aren’t single. Everything is going to work out.” If Izzy and Kyle couldn’t make it work, what hope did the rest of us have? They were perfect on paper and I know that didn’t mean anything, but it felt like it should. There had to be a miscommunication somewhere.
    She snorted, then slapped her hand over her mouth. Her eyes popped open.
    I knew that look. “Pull over!” Just as I reached around Izzy to open the window, she let loose. Her shoulders heaved as she turned and threw up on the seat next to her, on my arm, and partly in my hair.
    “Hey,” the cabbie shouted.
    “I’m so sorry,” I said, rolling down my own window before I vomited too. Izzy was crying next to me, wiping off her mouth, and mumbling apologies. After the longest ride of my life, I hauled her out of the vehicle, gave the cabbie a huge tip with one last apology, and walked/dragged her inside.
    She clutched my arm. “I’m going to be sick again.” She closed her eyes and weaved. I ran her, faster than humanly possible to the bathroom, just making it. I grabbed a hair tie, pulled her hair back, then stepped out of the room to get her a glass of water and to clean myself up. The stench of vomit burned the insides of my nose.
    When I was as clean as I could get without taking a shower, I checked on Izzy. Her head was resting on the toilet seat and her eyes