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his daughter and her boyfriend for a meal.)
    Oh, here she comes—she’s not crying, so maybe it’s—

 
    Friday, April 28, Trig
    Yeah. Okay. So it wasn’t about Boris.
    It was about Michael.
    I should have known.
    Tina has her phone set to receive Google alerts about me. So this morning she got one when the New York Post ran an item about Michael’s donation to the Columbia University Medical Center (only, because it was the Post and not CNN international business news, the primary focus of the story was that Michael used to go out with me).
    Tina’s so sweet. She wanted me to know that he was back in town before someone else told me. She was afraid I might hear it from a paparazzo, just like my dad was.
    I let her know I already knew.
    This was a mistake.
    â€œYou knew ?” Tina cried. “And didn’t tell me right away? Mia, how could you?”
    See? I can’t do anything right anymore. Every time I tell the truth, I get in trouble!
    â€œI just found out myself,” I assured her. “Last night. And I’m okay with it. Really. I’m over Michael. I’m with J.P. now. It’s completely cool with me that Michael’s back.”
    God, I’m such a liar.
    And not even a very good one. At least not about this. Because Tina didn’t look very convinced.
    â€œAnd he didn’t tell you?” Tina demanded. “Michael didn’t say anything in any of his e-mails about how he was coming back?”
    Of course I couldn’t tell her the truth. About how Michael offered to read my senior project and that freaked me out so much I stopped e-mailing him.
    Because then Tina would want to know why that freaked me out. And then I’d have to explain that my senior project is actually a romance novel I’m trying to get published.
    And I’m just not ready to hear the amount of shrieking this response would elicit from Tina. Not to mention her demand to read the book.
    And when she gets to the sex scene—okay, sex scenes —I think there’s a good chance Tina’s head might actually explode.
    â€œNo,” I said, in response to Tina’s question, instead.
    â€œThat’s just weird,” Tina said flatly. “I mean, you guys are friends now. At least, that’s what you keep telling me. That you’re friends, just like you used to be. Friends tell each other if one of them is moving back to the same country—the same city —as the other. That has to mean something that he didn’t say anything.”
    â€œNo, it doesn’t,” I said quickly. “It probably happened really fast. He just didn’t have time to tell me—”
    â€œTo send you a text message? ‘Mia, I’m moving back to Manhattan.’ How long does that take? No.” Tina shook her head, her long dark hair swinging past her shoulders. “Something else is going on.” She narrowed her eyes. “And I think I know what it is.”
    I love Tina so much. I’m going to miss her when I go away to college. (No way am I going to NYU with her, even though I got in there. NYU just seems way too high-pressure for me. Tina wants to be a thoracic surgeon, soodds are, with all the premed classes she’ll be taking, I’d hardly ever see her anyway.)
    But I really wasn’t in the mood to hear another one of her wacky theories. It’s true sometimes they’re right. I mean, she was right about J.P. being in love with me.
    But whatever she was going to say about Michael—I just didn’t want to hear it. So much so, I actually put my hand over her mouth.
    â€œNo,” I said.
    Tina blinked at me with her big brown eyes, looking very surprised.
    â€œWha?” she said, from behind my hand.
    â€œDon’t say it,” I said. “Whatever it is you’re about to say.”
    â€œIt’s nofing bad,” Tina said against my palm.
    â€œI don’t care,” I said. “I