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fine, hoping and praying
that Garry would change. Finally, after another six months of Jess
and my other friends telling me he never would change, his
so-called Guys were more important than me, I finally began
to see the light. However, on the Saturday morning I planned to
tell Garry it was over, I waited and waited for him to call. From
that day on, I never heard from him again.
    Then Phil my husband...well, you know about
him! And then tonight the whole Timothy fiasco. What had I been
thinking? He was a thirty-something man still trapped in a
seventeen-year-old mind. He hadn’t moved on. Let’s face it, his
bloody moves hadn’t even moved on. What was wrong with me? Why was
every man I met always Mr. Wrong? Or maybe, this time it was
me that had it so wrong?
    * * * *
    “Are you out of your frigging mind, Clare?
It’s silly o’clock in the morning, for heaven’s sake. Have you even
considered Guy may not be home, or that he may have someone there?” Her screech through the cell rattled in my
ear.
    Eleanor might as well have kicked me in the
stomach while I was already down. I’d never even thought about
Guy having another woman.
    “Clare, you are the sensible one. You’re
freaking me out here. Just tell the driver to turn the cab around
and go home. Call Guy when you have a clear head.”
    “But we are almost there, and what if I
change my mind?” This was not the time for my sister to be acting
like bloody Mother Superior despite the fact her whole life had
been built on irrational decisions.
    “Go home, Clare.” The line went dead.
    * * * *
    For the umpteenth time I looked at the clock
on my kitchen wall. Five-thirty. Five minutes since I’d last looked
at it. I walked back into the kitchen and felt the kettle. It was
still boiling hot from the coffee I’d had five minutes ago. Any
more caffeine and I’d be walking the walls. Suddenly the kitchen
door opened.
    My bottom lip began to quiver. “Sorry it’s so
early, but I needed to talk. Thank you for coming.”
    “Thank you for calling. You sounded like you
needed a friend.”
    Moments seemed to pass where neither of us
knew what to say next. While I’d been waiting I’d told myself to be
cool, calm and collected. This was no time to get emotional. It
started with the lump in my throat, a tight constriction that made
it impossible to swallow. Then came the shaking inside from the
tips of my toes to the top of my head.
    “Oh, Guy.” I felt a pathetic mess as I stood
there, tears welling in my eyes, now physically shaking.
    He lunged forward, taking me in his arms.
“It’s okay. I’m here. Whatever is upsetting you, we can sort it out
together.”
    “You don’t understand,” I sobbed into his
chest. “I thought you were like all the others. Garry who never
took me to that special place, a philandering husband, and a very bad Star wars fantasy that involved porn and a luminous
condom.”
    Very softly, Guy pulled away from me. I
looked up and knew by the bewilderment in his eyes that right now I
sounded like a crazy woman.
    “I understand the husband part and maybe the
Garry part, but I’m not sure I want to know about the Star Wars
thing, do I?”
    Shit, shit and double shit. Perhaps too much
information. How could I explain that the last scenario of my
relationships had happened only a few hours ago? That was beyond
forgiveness. If I was shaking now it was out of fear I had given
out a little too much information.
    “Perhaps not.” My composure had suddenly
returned. “What I was trying to say is, I thought every man was Mr.
Wrong, but Guy, you are my Mr. Right.” Lifting up on my toes
to reach his face, I cupped my hands around his cheeks. “I made a
big mistake. Can you find it in your heart to take me back and
start again?”
    Even though his eyes watered over as I spoke,
there was not a hint of emotion on his face. “No, Clare,”
    I could feel my heart literally breaking
inside my chest. As each piece fell away my insides became