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centre of the table and crossed her arms with a smirk. Her father, in turn, sighed and leaned back in his chair.
    "We'll decide when you get back from New York," he announced at last.
    Autumn shook her father's offered hand. "I accept these terms."
    "But only if you get off Andrew's lap," he added quickly.
    "Done."
    Both father and boyfriend heaved a sigh of relief as she slipped into a seat on the other side of the table and demolished her pancakes in triumph.
     
    * * *
     
    It was in the midst of tossing half of her closet onto the bed in search of at least four perfect evening ensembles that Autumn's cell phone burst into song—specifically, the old Kenny Loggins tune "I'm Free (Heaven Helps The Man)". Between a late-night stroll down Kevin Bacon lane and her feelings about the head of her now former school, it had seemed a fitting choice.
    Swiping the screen, she laughed at the text message waiting for her:
    Wifey of mine, I need masturbation fodder. Get your sweet ass on Skype and shake it.
    A few quick commands and the familiar popping bubble of the program later, Autumn was greeted with her best friend's smirking face on her laptop.
    "Well?" Veronica asked, gesturing up and down her body.
    "I live to serve," Autumn quipped coyly. Breaking into a slow shimmy, she slid the straps of her tank top down her shoulders and pushed her breasts into the webcam sensor. "Better?"
    "Oh baby, you have no idea!" Veronica growled playfully, flipping her long blonde waves. "Tell me you don’t think of me in the shower, hot stuff."
    "Good lord, Veronica! Get a vibrator. It's New York. They probably sell them at the 7-Eleven."
    Veronica grinned, leaning back in what appeared to be a leather recliner. "Speaking of hot stuff, where is that man of yours? Keeping my wifey happy?"
    Autumn felt herself flush as she replied, "Very happy. He's in his room that he never uses, re-packing his suitcase."
    It didn't take long for Veronica to make the connection between Autumn's averted gaze and her words. "Oh, you two were totally busted, weren't you? I told you that your parents were too smart for your shenanigans."
    "Yeah, yeah."
    "And the moving in thing?"
    "They will think about it while we're visiting your gorgeous self in the Big Apple."
    A voice called into the room, startling Autumn. "Hey babe, have you seen my... Is that Veronica?"
    "In the cyber flesh, Daniels! How's it hanging? Wait, don't tell me: you'll make me even more frustrated." Veronica sighed, her leg kicking in the air. "Stress hormones are the goddamn worst!"
    "What, your co-star Don Juan isn't taking care of that for you?" Andrew cracked off, an edge in his voice that made Autumn jab his arm.
    "My what? Oh, the TMZ shit show? Give me some credit. Zachary may have wet some pre-teen panties on that Disney show, but he's a total skeeze. He's boning the stage manager currently, although I suspect that's not exclusive on either end." Veronica paused, eyeing Andrew's guilty expression. "Feisty, Andrew. Well done."
    "Well, I didn't want to believe it, but maybe you should tell Evan it's bullshit? He was a wreck yesterday when it came up in conversation," Andrew replied, settling onto the corner of the bed.
    A switch flipped and the last thing Autumn expected happened: Veronica began to sob. Frustrated by the limitations of video chat. Autumn's arms alternately flailed and attempted to rub her on-screen shoulders. Tomorrow. I can hug her tomorrow . But it wasn't soon enough. In the two years she'd known Veronica, she had never once witnessed her full-on weep.
    "Jesus V, what happened with you two? Do you want Andrew to leave?"
    "No, no... One sec..." Veronica disappeared briefly as Andrew mouthed an apology at Autumn. Returning with a box of Kleenex, Veronica dabbed at her eyes. "Look, we can get into the details when you get here, but suffice it to say that Evan and I broke up two weeks ago."
    "Keenan was right then? I don't understand. You guys are—were—so attached," Autumn