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instead I dialed McKenna’s number.

     
    That Saturday, for a change of scenery and some relaxing girl time, McKenna, Andie, and I drove fifteen minutes north of San Francisco to have lunch in the quaint town of Mill Valley. It was a crisp, clear day with very little wind, and the water beneath the Golden Gate Bridge was unusually placid. After a yummy lunch of hot tomato soup and sourdough bread at Depot, we wandered over to LaCoppa Coffee in the center of town. Andie bought us all hot chocolates and sat down across from us at a large oak table.
    “So you’re really going on The Today Show ?”
    I blew on my hot chocolate. “Is that nuts, or what?”
    “You’ll be great,” McKenna said. “The camera loves you.”
    “Thanks, Mackie. I just hope I don’t say something stupid. Live TV is a lot of pressure, and we know how I can be under pressure.”
    “Yeah, you do tend to choke under the spotlight,” Andie said. “Remember when you were the emcee at that charity fashion show in college?”
    “You mean the one where I fell off the stage ? Do you think I will ever forget that?”
    “That was an awesome Waverly moment. One of my all-time favorites.”
    McKenna laughed. “I’d totally forgotten about that. I think I choked on whatever I was eating at the time. Didn’t you break your wrist?”
    I held it up. “Sometimes I can still tell when it’s going to rain.”
    Andie clapped her hands together. “I love it.”
    “Of course you do. My embarrassing Waverly moments are to you what your crazy Andie stories are to me. Speaking of which, do you have any good ones we haven’t heard yet?”
    “Actually, I do. Wanna hear it?” Then she lowered her voice. “It’s pretty gross.”
    McKenna and I leaned in and lowered our voices too. “Yes,” we said in unison.
    She pushed her hair behind her ears. “Okay, here goes. Last week I had a date with this guy I met at an engagement party. His name is Will, and I cannot emphasize enough how good-looking he is.”
    “So how did you end up on a date with him?”
    “Waverly!” McKenna hit my arm.
    “Oops, sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. You know what I meant, right, Andie?”
    She shrugged. “No worries, I know I’m cute. So anyhow, after chatting with him at the party, he asked me out, and a few days later we went to an amazing dinner at Gary Danko. We shared a bottle of nice wine, had great conversation, great chemistry. I was totally into it.”
    “He took you to Gary Danko on a first date?” I raised my eyebrows.
    “Affirmative.”
    “Wow, impressive.”
    “So?” McKenna said. “Then what happened?”
    “After dinner he asked if I wanted to see his apartment in the Marina, and I said sure.”
    McKenna laughed. “Of course you did.”
    “Did you sleep with him?” I asked.
    McKenna hit my arm again. “Catch up. Of course she did.”
    I rubbed my arm. “That hurt a little bit.”
    She looked back at Andie. “And?”
    “And the sex was amazing—I mean amazing . Some of the best I’ve ever had.”
    “Excellent,” McKenna said.
    Andie took a sip of her hot chocolate. “It was awesome.”
    “So what happened then?” I asked.
    She put her hot chocolate down. “So when it was over, we were both just lying there for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath.”
    “And?” McKenna said.
    “We were totally basking in the afterglow.”
    “So…?” McKenna and I said in unison.
    She put both her hands on the table. “And, unfortunately, ladies, that’s where the magic ended.”
    We stared at her.
    She leaned closer to us and lowered her voice again. “So once we finally caught our breath, we started cuddling and chatting…”
    We kept staring.
    “And then, literally two minutes later, I started to feel sick.”
    We said nothing.
    “Like stomach sick , sick.”
    McKenna sat up straight. “Oh no.”
    “Oh yes. It was not good. And the problem was, he has a studio apartment, and the bathroom is like, pretty close to the bed.”
    “Oh