A State of Jane

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meet him and tell him all your dirty secrets.”
    “I don't have any dirty secrets!”
    Bursting into laughter, Bob said, “You're right. Sad, Jane. Really sad. Might want to work on that.”
    “Ha ha!”
    “Joking. Well, I gotta run. Let me know if you find the DVDs, OK?”
    “I don't have them, but if they mysteriously appear, I'll let you know.”
    After we hung up, I removed my LSAT practice test book from my dresser and brought it to my bed.
    Next thing I knew, I woke up fully clothed with the book resting on my chest. No sunlight peeking through my window, I checked the clock and saw it was past one in the morning. I reached over, set my alarm for seven and got under the covers. I was about to fall asleep when I realized I hadn't brushed my teeth all day, reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom.

C HAPTER 13
    Monday morning, I opened a new document on my computer and began drafting my list of goals for the week: Spend at least two hours studying for the LSAT and review schedule of upcoming exam dates. Decide what to get parents for thirty-third wedding anniversary. Make appointment with gyno to go back on the pill…
    “Is there a reason why you're whistling, Jane?”
    I looked up to Andrew. His long arms were stretched above his head of light brown, almost red hair and his mouth was half-opened, midway through a yawn. “Sorry,” I said. “Am I bothering you?”
    “Not really. Just curious why you're so happy. It's only Monday!”
    “Exactly! It's the beginning of the week — plenty of time to accomplish goals by Friday!”
    Andrew rolled his blue eyes. “Whatev.”
    I returned to the screen and continued drafting: Go to gym at least twice after work. Make lunch plans with Claire….
    “I guess you're over that guy, huh?”
    Still focused on the computer screen, I said, “What guy?”
    “The one who screened your calls?”
    Swatting the air with my hands, I nodded and said, “Totally over him. Dating someone else now. So much better.”
    Andrew stood up, dragged his chair over to my desk and sat back down. “Tell me about him.”
    Not wanting Andrew to see my list, I minimized the screen and took a sip of coffee. “He's so nice!”
    Andrew repeated, “Nice. Does that translate to ugly?”
    “No! He's cute. Tall, in good shape, dark hair. Cute.” Looking questionably at Andrew, I said, “I thought you liked girls!”
    “I do like girls, Jane! Just curious about your type. That's all.”
    “I don't think I have a type.” Thinking better of it, I said, “Except that he can't screen my calls!”
    Laughing, Andrew said, “That's not too unreasonable. So this dude takes your calls?”
    Without hesitation, I said, “Yup.” But then I remembered I had never actually called Jim. “On second thought, I don't know! I've never called him first.”
    “That's good. If a guy really likes you, he'll do the calling.”
    “Exactly.” I glanced at my phone sitting at the top of my opened pocketbook. I removed it from the bag and checked whether I had any unread messages. I didn't. No missed calls either.
    “What's wrong?”
    I threw the phone back in my bag. “Nothing.” I turned away from Andrew and pretended to focus on my desktop while circling my mouse over the various icons.
    Andrew removed my hand from the mouse and forced me to face him. “Bullshit. You were whistling like one of Snow White's freakin’ dwarves a few minutes ago. Now you've got a full bottom lip and sad puppy dog eyes!”
    “Jim hasn't called me in a couple of days,” I reluctantly admitted.
    Andrew raised one eyebrow. “Jim's the guy you're dating?”
    I nodded.
    “What's the deal?”
    Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “Dunno. We hung out on Saturday night and I haven't heard from him since.”
    “Typical chick,” Andrew chuckled. “Seriously, it's only Monday morning. No need to be alarmed, Jane.”
    But I was. “I suppose. But ….”
    “But what?”
    I shrugged my shoulders again. “We, uh, we …” I felt my

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