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favorite things to do, and it turns out Justin loves to as well.
    Then we decide to “exercise.” AKA: go for a walk through the park.
    â€œSo,” I say, “I had a Claire run-in this morning.”
    I tell him about my decision the night before to try and break them up and my phone call to Brad’s apartment and her rude hang-up. I expect Justin to share my shock and disdain and help me think of a way to get to Brad without having to go through Claire, but he railroads me!
    â€œMolly, I think breaking them up is a bad idea.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œI think it’s too late ... he’s gotta figure it out on his own. He’s in too deep.”
    â€œBut he can’t see the evilness!”
    â€œI know ... don’t get me wrong—I completely agree that he shouldn’t marry her, but at this point it’s too risky that you’ll ruin your own friendship.”
    â€œBut with Claire in the picture the friendship is ruined anyway.”
    â€œYeah, I guess that’s true. You’re kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place.”
    â€œFigures. What do you think I should do?”
    He really isn’t any help at all. We hmmm and haaa over the situation until Justin needs to go home and get ready for work.
    â€œI’m working late tonight, so I’ll just call you tomorrow.”
    â€œOkay, have a good night at work,” I say as I hand him a smaller payment. Big events like the engagement party last night cost more than quick coffee runs. He silently takes the money and nods a thank-you ... it’s more comfortable than making a big deal out of it, even though it always feels a little weird. I have to fight this urge to look over each shoulder before handing him money, as though I am doing something illegal.
    We part ways and I wander around the park a while longer, thinking about how to handle the Brad situation. Justin’s comment that Brad is “in too deep” keeps replaying in my head. Does that mean I should help him get out or it’s too late?!? I keep going back and forth. Believe it or not, dusk starts to fall and I am still not sure.
    I start to head home and realize how starving I am. A low-fat cranberry peach muffin can only hold a girl so long. I stop for a slice of pizza at a favorite place that just happens to be on my way home ... if I walk three blocks out of my way. It’s worth the extra six blocks (round trip), I confirm, as I make my way home with the pizza grease disintegrating the paper bag I am clutching as if it were my firstborn.
    When I get home, I am excited to see the light blinking on my answering machine. Why is it that a message is so exciting? I’m really hoping it’s Brad, but I’m not totally disappointed that it’s my mom ... mostly because of what the message says.
    â€œGood Golly Miss Molly! It’s your mother. I have wonderful news. Your brother is coming home ... at last. Logan just called to tell us that he’s ready to come back to Connecticut and he’s booked a flight for next week.”
    â€œHOORAY!” I screech at Tiffany who looks up, confused and annoyed at the disturbance in her busy napping schedule. I am so excited to have my baby brother back on this continent that I am dancing around my apartment. So much commotion gets the cat going and she realizes her starvation and starts howling for some kibble. I abide while I pick up the phone to share my excitement with—.
    In the past I would have called Brad. He knows how close I am to my family and how much I love Logan and he would have understood and been happy. But after my exchange with Claire this morning, I feel uncomfortable calling my best friend. Damn that bitch! She is taking the joy out of everything in my life. I could call my sister, but I want to share the news as in tell it, not share it with someone who already knows, and if she doesn’t know yet, that’ll be a whole other conversation