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disgust. 
    “I’ll have a grilled chicken salad with light
ranch dressing. No cheese, please,” she says in her soft flirty voice to the
young waiter who is probably five years younger than she is. Not that she’s
old. She and I are the same age. 
    The waiter leaves as I’m rolling my eyes at her.
“You know, if you didn’t eat shit food, you could probably fit into my clothes,”
she tells me while lifting her diet coke to her lips to take a sip. 
    “Whatever! I like to enjoy food. I’m not going to
limit myself to grass.” I take a sip of my own drink. Setting mine back down, I
continue, “Besides, I’ll never be a size two or whatever size it is you are. I
don’t have the small frame you do, and I’m quite happy with my body the way it
is.” It’s not like I’m fat and I do work out four days a week; although, I
missed my morning boxing class today.  
    “Well, didn’t you just get over the flu or
something? You were sick for like three weeks. Maybe you should be eating
something light.” Stacy and concern isn’t something I’m used to. She tends
to be selfish and only think about herself. She never once bothered to call me
or bring me anything to eat while I was sick. I, on the other hand, have played
nursemaid to her on several occasions back in college.  
    Maybe she’s the one who’s getting sick.
    “It was two weeks, but I’m fine now, and I’m ready
to eat decent food again.” I pick up my diet coke, taking a large gulp.
    Within ten minutes, our food arrives and I sink my
teeth into my burger. Sitting it back on the plate, I remove the bun and toss
on some fries and a hefty amount of ketchup before taking another bite of the
mouthwatering burger and fries combination. 
    “That is so disgusting. I don’t know how you eat
that,” she says, staring at my meal with her eyebrows scrunched together.
    “It’s pretty tasty. Do you want to try it?” I ask,
holding it out in front of her. We both start giggling and finish up our
meal. Being here, I feel relaxed and more like myself. I probably should
dwell on why I feel so relaxed as an image of the man with the blue eyes flashes
before me. Luckily, I don’t have to think about it for too long as Stacy brings
me back to the here and now.
    “So what do you plan on doing about Allison?”
Stacy asks as the waiter brings us both refills of diet coke.
    What am I going to do? Part of me wants to kick
her ass and another part of me...well, I don’t even know really. I’m really
pissed and my heart aches. It’s Allison I hate. 
    Why did it have to be her?
    For some reason, I’m not even considering Luke in
my hatred. The Band Perry’s song “Done” pops into my head momentarily. That’s exactly the way I feel. I’m just…done.
    “I don’t know.” It’s all I say, because frankly, I
just don’t know what to do when it comes to Allison. This is not a situation I
ever thought I would find myself in.
    I look to a table across the room. There is an
older couple eating. They look…happy. They look like they love each other and
could tell each other anything. I don’t recall ever having a moment with Luke
like that. 
    “She called Katelyn, last night. She is upset that
she hurt you, but she confessed she thinks she is in love with him.” Stacy
grabs my hand and squeezes. 
    Wow! I don’t even know what to say to that. I pull
my hand out of her grasp.
    “In love…with Luke. What is that supposed to mean?
Was yesterday not a one-time thing?” I say it aloud, but I’m really hashing it
out to myself. I never even considered them to be having an affair. Is it an
affair if you aren’t married yet?
     “I can’t answer that. I have no idea. Until
last night, I had no clue she…they were, you know…screwing around.” Stace takes
a sip of her drink. I think she knows more than she is saying, but I don’t push
it. I know she is trying to tiptoe around my feelings. Stacy is usually blunter
than she is being right now.
    After