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the friendliest-looking piece, some kind of rolled up thing, and held it to her nose.
    Gag! It reeked! Must be spoiled . She set it down and reached for something else…and then another…and another.
    Despite the fact that she hadn’t eaten all day and was ready to gnaw on the artificial vegetables in his table centerpiece, nothing on the plate smelled edible. With Jason still missing, she went back to the refrigerator to see what else she could find.
    Ah ha! Now this was better! Thin-sliced roast beef, whole wheat bread, Swiss cheese and honey mustard would make one superb sandwich. In the cupboard she found some nacho chips. Before starting work on the sandwich, she ripped those suckers open, packed a handful into her mouth and chewed, and refilled every few seconds as she stacked the meat and cheese on the bread. Sandwich completed, she lifted it to her mouth, inhaling the scent of meat and mustard, then took a bite.
    Now that was good eating! Relishing the flavor, she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
    “What are you doing?” He sounded annoyed.
    She opened her eyes and realized he wasn’t so much angry as he was confused. Swallowing first, she motioned toward the plate with the slimy, stinky food and said, “That stuff didn’t smell right. I hope you don’t mind I made myself a sandwich.”
    He wrung an article of clothing in his hands. “Um…you don’t eat red meat. Haven’t had any in almost five years.”
    “I do today.” She took another bite to illustrate and smiling, chewed and swallowed. “I’ve forgotten what I was missing. This is delicious. Dead cow is good.” She watched as he continued to twist the fabric in his hands. “What are you destroying there? If you don’t stop, it’ll be nothing but rags.”
    “Destroying?” He looked down at his hands. “Oh. I found this for you, since you said you were cold.” He dropped it next to her on the counter, leaning just close enough to give her a minor case of the warm fuzzies.
    Cold? I’m not cold anymore . With a hot bod like yours so close how could a girl be cold? “Thanks. That’s very sweet.”
    “It’s just an old sweatshirt, but it’ll keep you warm.” He looked like he wanted to say something more but didn’t.
    “What?”
    He took a step backward and shook his head. “It’s…nothing. Do you need a ride home?”
    “Wow, anxious to get rid of me so soon?”
    “Kind of.”
    His honesty floored her and she didn’t know what to say. What had happened between them, she wondered. What had Monica done? It had to have been Monica’s fault. Jason seemed much too kind and considerate to be the guilty one. “At least you’re honest,” she finally managed to say before taking another bite of sandwich. “Do I have time to finish my food first? I didn’t eat all day. I’m starving.”
    “Sure.”
    “Will you drive me home or will you get someone else to do the dirty deed?”
    “Yes, I’ll drive you. Who else would?”
    “Oh, I don’t know.” Evidently he didn’t have a chauffeur. “I thought maybe you’d get Mabel to do it,” she said, deciding to make a joke out of it.
    “So that’s it!” he slapped the countertop with his palm. “Where’s it hurt?” He rushed forward and inspected the top of her head.
    “Hurt? What?”
    “Your head. Did you hit it on the dashboard riding with Mabel? I know what kind of driver she is. You must have a concussion. You’re acting so different. Either that or…you wouldn’t…would you?” He stared into her eyes, which made her uneasy, like he could see it wasn’t really Monica he was talking to.
    “Would what?”
    “If you think this sudden metamorphosis into a decent human being is going to change my mind about you…about us, you’re wrong.”
    Aha! It had been Monica’s fault. Why didn’t that surprise her? It seemed for all Monica had, she didn’t appreciate any of it, hunky, rich boyfriend included. Shame on her!
    “I’m not trying to convince you of anything— Well,