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employed by Rory Jackson and neither are you. You could do anything you wanted if you simply chose it.”
    Paige swallowed her response and poured her and myself another glass.
    “All right so far I’ve got: Fuck Rory Jackson, Have sex in public, and make a sex tape, on Paige’s list. What else?” She bit the end of the pen she held before her eyes lit up. “Kiss a woman!” She laughed so hard each of us joined in.
    “Might as well throw in Have a threesome for good measure,” Paige said, shaking her head.
    Jeannine quickly nodded and jotted the task down. I laughed so hard my sides ached. The sensation felt wonderful, clearing out the icky negative trend I’d received from the puck-bunny-parade I’d been privy to the past six months. These were my girls and they understood me, built me up, and made me relax all at the same time. I’d never been happier that we’d all taken up yoga at the same time four years ago, and that the pair had instantly welcomed me into a friendship they’d had as long as Gage’s and mine.
    “Perfect.” Jeannine handed Paige the list, which looked to have nearly ten dirty tasks on it. “Get to work.”
    Paige chuckled and shoved the paper in her bag resting on the floor. “I’ll get right on that, boss.”
    “Bailey’s up,” Jeannine said, the pen on a fresh piece of paper. “Should I even list Gage or is that a given?”
    “No,” I said, raising my hands in defense. “If I have to have a list, then figuring out what the hell I want would be number one. It’s pointless.”
    She tilted her head at me. “You know what you want.”
    “No, I don’t.” I pointed at the two of them. “ You two do. You’ve got it all figured out. Paige is going to take her father’s company to the next level and you’re going to earn another Michelin star in the next year…me? I…” I didn’t have a fucking clue. “I have a Masters in Philosophy, and I love my art and sure, I’d love to run a gallery someday, but…”
    “You’re a Mom,” Paige said.
    I scrunched my eyebrows. “No, I love Lettie, but I’ll never be her mother.” The reality of that fact stung more than it should and I rubbed at the spot on my chest like I could soothe it. Maybe the liquor was making me overly emotional as well as daringly adventurous.
    Paige shook her head. “No, I meant you’re a Mom . You’ve always wanted a boatload of kids. You’re a brilliant artist—we’ve both told you that—and you know I’m willing to buy pieces for any of my charity events, but you know what you want, Bailey.”
    She was right. It was something I wanted. A houseful of kids, a full, busy life where I taught them how to ride bikes, paint, and to share. Where I had a partner who would love the chaotic household just as much as me, and make a point to keep our bedroom life as equally hopping.
    Gage’s face flashed behind my eyes. I had no doubt he could keep up with and exceed my expectations on any list I ever created if I chose to do so.
    “All right,” Jeannine said, scribbling on the blank piece of paper and tearing it off.
    I took it from her outstretched hand and read it.
               Bailey’s List.
    1)    Find a gallery, take it over and run it
    2)    Find a good man, screw him, and have lots of babies
    I chuckled and gulped another mouthful of the sour-salty mixture.
     “You’ll make a great one someday, you know that?” Jeannine asked. “The way you are with Lettie…well, it’s enough to make me want kids.”
     Paige and I both raised our eyebrows at her, shocked those words came out of her mouth
     “Almost,” she quickly added.
     “What about your list?” I asked.
     “Girl, you know I’ve already got one. Several actually. I’ve worked on them for a couple years now.”
     Paige straightened. “Can we see?”
     “I don’t carry them around with me.” Jeannine chuckled and shifted in her seat. “And it has things on it I’m sure neither of you would agree with or