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honest, and no offense, I guess I don’t see the point.”
    Keeva’s cell phone rang again. She looked at the caller ID and rolled her eyes. “What!” she hissed at the phone before answering. When she did answer it, her voice was saccharin sweet. “Hi honey, what’s going on? I’m still in my meeting. It’s running a little later than I thought.”
    â€œKeeva, honey, I miss you so much. We haven’t had any time together. Are you coming home soon?” Mark sounded anxious.
    She sighed. “Yes, dear. I’ll be there in a little bit okay?”
    â€œI’ll be waiting for you.” He had a slight mischievous tone in his voice that let her know what he was waiting for. Keeva jabbed the “off” button on her cell phone and jammed it into her purse.
    â€œI’m sorry. If I don’t go, he’ll call every five minutes and drive us both crazy.” She signaled the waitress to bring the check. “We’ll have to get together again some time soon. I really enjoyed this,” Keeva said it as if it surprised her.
    Shara nodded and smiled like she was surprised too. “I enjoyed it, too. And we do have to get together soon, although maybe not under such pleasant circumstances.”
    Keeva looked confused.
    â€œThe project? Remember? Graduate school, professors, grades, all that stuff?”
    â€œOh yeah.” Keeva groaned.
    The waitress brought the check. Shara picked it up and her eyes bugged out.
    â€œMy treat, remember?” Keeva took the bill from her.
    Shara didn’t object. “Thanks so much for dinner. This was really nice.”
    â€œNo—thank you. I never would have made it through exams if it weren’t for you.” Keeva pulled out her credit card and motioned for the waitress to take it.
    â€œSo when are you available to start the project?” Keeva was actually looking forward to hanging out with Shara again. She was so different from her other friends. With them, everyone was always trying to outdo someone else. With Shara, she could just relax and didn’t feel like she had anything to prove.
    They made plans to meet on Saturday morning and got up to leave the restaurant.
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    The evening’s conversation played in Keeva’s mind as she drove home. In spite of the way she dressed and wore her hair, Shara was a nice person. Keeva reflected on what Shara said about her kids and her school. She focused on what she said about giving them a sense of purpose. That phrase stuck with her.
    Her cell phone rang, pulling her away from her thoughts. She knew it was Mark and decided not to answer it, knowing she’d be home in a few minutes. Undoubtedly, he had already let himself into her apartment and was tapping his foot, checking his watch and looking out the window for her car to drive up.
    Sure enough, when she put her key in the door, Mark opened it before she could even turn the knob and pulled her into his arms, holding her too tightly. “Hey, baby.”
    She peeled herself away from him.
    â€œI missed you, honey. Come here.” Mark kissed her almost fiercely, as if he was a starving man and she was a T-bone steak. She tried to pull away, but the more she resisted, the more intense he became.
    â€œBaby, it’s been too long.” He whined like a little kid.
    Keeva decided to give in. She didn’t feel creative enough to come up with an excuse and if she just went along with it, it would be over soon anyway. She allowed him to lead her into the bedroom and take off her clothes. Her mind drifted.
    She wished he had greeted her at the door, asking her about her day and her exams. She wished he would talk to her about his day and how he was feeling. She wished he would caress her hair and look into her eyes. She wished he would ask her what was bothering her lately and listen like he really cared.
    She pushed those thoughts away and pretended to be there like always. Soon he was