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elixir on
her eyes. 
    “ Every once in a while it’s
nice to escape to the spa.”  Giselle did not think about
Wilson.  Nope, she was clearing her mind of all thoughts of
her man.  Wait, not her man, about the man she was
seeing.  She glanced behind her. There were a lot of men in
the room, all of whom she could see with her own two eyes.  In
fact, she was a veritable slut on men she saw.
    “ So, tell me about your
work.  When does the bar open?”  Her mother let out a
satisfying sigh as a man started a massage.
    Still not thinking about Wilson, Giselle
took a sip of her iced green tea.  “Well, we’re getting ready
for the grand opening, starting with a soft opening.  That was
my idea.”  While she wasn’t thinking about Wilson, she also
wasn’t thinking about the bar.  It was Wilson’s bar, and he
and the bar would be fine.  Not that she was thinking about
it.  Nor was she thinking about the way she simply didn’t show
up to work this morning without calling, or texting, or wondering
how many times he’d called or texted.
    “ Is the we, you and the
owner?”  Her mother’s voice hardened as if she just caught her
daughter coming in six days past curfew.
    “ Yes.”  Giselle
swallowed and decided to try something out.  “I have sort of
been seeing him.”  She held her breath for the
verdict.
    Her mother cleared her throat.  “What
does that mean?  You see people all the time.”
    “ You know, we go out and do
stuff.”  Hopefully, her mother would fill in on the stuff
without her having to elaborate.
    “ So you have sex with
him?”  Her mother turned and opened one eye.
    Everyone in the room seemed to stop and
stare at her.
    Help her.  “Yes. We have sex. 
He’s very good at it.”  She made sure to look at
everyone. 
    “ Are you having fun?” her
mother asked.  “Keeping it light, not getting too
attached?”
    “ Do you ever think that’s
hard when you sort of like spending time with that person? 
Maybe even care about that person?”  Once more, her mind went
to her cell phone in her purse at her mother’s studio apartment way
far away from the treatment room they were in now.  What if
Wilson didn’t call?  Her chest tightened.
    The masseuse at her back dug in and kneaded
her shoulders.  “You are very tense.”
    Now her mother sat up.  “How many times
do I have to tell you to keep things light and fun, and then you
don’t get hurt?  I don’t think my heart will ever heal from
your father’s death, and while I got you out of it, I’m always
terrified something will happen.”
    Giselle sighed.  “Didn’t you ever want
something with someone else?”
    “ Oh.”  Her mother
fanned herself to keep the tears at bay. “I don’t think anyone can
ever fill that spot.  Honey, it’s just not worth it.
 Trust me and learn from my mistakes.  Keep it fun, and
be life of the party, and all will be good.”
    “ I think you and I need to
come out with a line of lampshades and sell them as hats. They’ll
be the new party hat and save people a ton on lamps that get
broken.”  Giselle broke out into a grin, purposely making a
silly face.
    Her mother let out a laugh.  “You know,
you’re a visionary, my daughter.”
    The red fading from her mother’s face meant
the tears were abated.  Giselle pressed her back to the chair
and wiggled her toes, staring into the water.  Just like a bad
movie or romance novel, all she saw was Wilson’s face.  The
last few weeks were the most incredible she’d ever spent with
anyone and that included the summer she and Ivy went to summer camp
in junior high and she met that really cute guy after hours. 
Now she’d gone and left him, and he wasn’t like some guys she dated
who wouldn’t notice. Wilson personified responsibility.  “I
sort of didn’t tell him I was taking a day off.  Maybe I
should call him.”  She swore her heart sped, a horrible
sensation she didn’t need to keep experiencing every time