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and me. We can have lunch whenever we want, even when Vic and Tina aren’t with us. We’re all friends, remember?”
    “I know, but my guilty conscience takes over sometimes.”
    “That will go away. It’s just been a few weeks. We’re good… really. All of us are better off without Jack in our lives. We did each other a favor.”
    “If you look at it that way, I do feel better. Okay, let’s do lunch.”
    “That’s my girl. I’ll pick you up at noon. We’re going to Greenwich. Cool huh? You can see where Karen lives.”
    “That sounds exciting. I’ll see you at noon. Mia?”
    “Yes, Sasha.”
    “Thank you for forgiving me, and being my friend.”
    “Stop it before I start crying. I’ll honk when I’m outside. See you soon. Out.”
    Mia noticed a group of newspaper stands along the front of the grocery store a few minutes from Tina’s house. She pulled in and parked her car. She grabbed three Realtor magazines to give Sasha. It was time to go house hunting now that Sasha accepted the offer on her apartment. They would all pitch in together and help her find a place in Tarrytown. It would be fun looking for the perfect house in a great neighborhood. Sasha needed to tell them what she liked. Would the style be modern or vintage? Did she want a house or a condo? We can talk about it while we drive to Karen’s house. I wonder if Karen has ever thought about moving to Tarrytown now that we’re all friends. Greenwich is so expensive. Mia pulled into the driveway and beeped the horn twice. Sasha looked amazing. She would be beautiful wearing a burlap bag. How does she do it? Mia wondered. Must be good genes. Sasha jumped into the passenger seat looking extremely pleased.
    “What?” Mia asked, as she drove.
    “What do you mean what?”
    “Okay, I should have said why?”
    “Why what?” Sasha asked, completely perplexed.
    Mia burst out laughing. “You’re completely clueless aren’t you?”
    “About what?”
    “Sasha, I don’t know. You have a childlike innocence about you, yet you’re a successful model with everything going for you. Then you hook up with Jack? Who is the real Sasha anyway? Are you the Sasha we know, or the Sasha Jack knew?”
    “Are you mad at me, Mia?”
    “No, honey, I just want to know the real you. Remember how you acted the day we met you at the salon? You were a spoiled brat. But then there was the Sasha I ran into at the train station. That Sasha was a caring, sweet woman, even though I was a basket case that day. You seem so happy and carefree now. I just want to know if it’s real, or are you doing it for our sake?”
    “It’s real, Mia. Remember when I wrote that note on the dollar bill?”
    “Yes I do.”
    “Well, somehow, even though I didn’t know you guys more than a few hours, I knew my life was about to change. It was like something good was going to happen, and it did. Look at the four of you. I have real friends now, not the superficial model crowd that gossips when someone has a zit or gains five pounds. You guys are real. You’re my true friends, even after what I did with Jack. I’m so sorry, Mia. I had no idea about you, I really didn’t.”
    “It’s okay, Jack used all of us. Anyway, I’ll tell you the news about him at lunch. Karen has to hear it too. Reach over the back seat. I grabbed some real estate magazines for you to browse through. We need to go house hunting, girl.” Mia smiled, and squeezed Sasha’s hand. “We’re good, Sasha. Don’t worry about that anymore.”

Chapter Seven
    The Camaro roared into the driveway of the Cape Cod. “Here we are. Cute place isn’t it?” Mia said.
    “I love it. This is kind of what I’m looking for.”
    “So you like the traditional style? You’re more into the old than the new?”
    “Of course. Tarrytown is a quaint village with beautiful older homes. If I wanted something modern, I’d stay in the city. I like the settled in look, something comfortable, with a story all its own.”
    Mia