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became friends at Georgetown, where Marcus's claim to fame
    was graduating dead last. Apparently Marcus never went to class
    and got high all the time. The most infamous story is that he
    overslept on the day of his statistics final exam, showed up twenty
    minutes late only to discover that he had thrown his remote
    control into his backpack instead of his calculator.
    I haven't yet determined whether he is a free spirit or simply a
    buffoon.
    "So are you psyched? If you get a date in with him before our
    share starts, you will have dibs on him over Claire and Hillary."
    I laugh and shake my head.
    "Seriously." Darcy signs her receipt and flashes a smile at the
    clerk. "Claire would love to sink her nails in him."
    "Who said I'm going on a date?"
    "Oh, puh-lease. Don't even start with that shit. You're going. (A)
    he is such a cutie. And (b) Rachel, no offense, but you can't exactly
    afford to be all picky, Ms. Haven't Been Laid in what?
    Over a
    year?"
    The store clerk looks up at me sympathetically. I glare at Darcy as
    I slide my tankini across the counter. Yeah, right a year.
    We leave Bloomingdale's and look for a cab on Third Avenue.
    "So, you'll go out with Marcus?"
    "I guess so."
    "Promise?" she asks, getting her cell phone out of her purse.
    "You want me to take a blood oath? Yes, I'll go," I say.
    "Who are
    you calling?"
    "Dex. He bet me twenty bucks that you wouldn't go."
    Darcy's right I have nothing else going on. But the real reason I
    say yes to Marcus when he calls and asks me out is that Dex said I
    wouldn't go. And just in case he thought he had cast some sort of
    spell over me and I was going to turn Marcus down because I'm
    preoccupied with the Incident, I will go out with Marcus.
    But as soon as I say yes, I start obsessing about what Marcus
    really knows. Did Dex tell him anything? I decide that I must call
    Dexter and find out. I hang up three times before I can dial the
    full number. My stomach is churning when he answers on the first
    ring. "Dex Thaler."
    "So what does Marcus know about what happened last Saturday?"
    I blurt out, my heart racing.
    "Well, hello to you too," he says.
    I soften slightly. "Hi, Dex."
    "Last Saturday? What was last Saturday? Refresh my memory."
    "I'm being serious! What did you tell him?" I am horrified to find
    myself talking in the girly, whiny way that Darcy has perfected.
    "What do you think I told him?" he asks.
    "Dexter, tell me!"
    "Oh, relax," he says, his tone still one of amusement. "I didn't tell
    him anything What do you think this is? A high school locker
    room? Why would I tell anyone our business?"
    Our business. Our. We. Us.
    "I was just wondering what he knew. I mean, you told Darcy you
    were with him that night"
    "Yeah. I said, 'Marcus, I was with you last night and we had
    breakfast together this morning all right?' And that was that. I
    know that's not how it works with you girls women."
    "What is that supposed to mean?"
    "I mean you and Darcy share every exhaustive detail with one
    another. Like what you ate that day and what brand of shampoo
    you plan on purchasing."
    "And like when you sleep with one another's fiances?
    That sort of
    detail?"
    Dex laughs. "Yeah, that would be another example."
    "Or like your bet that I'd say no to Marcus?"
    He laughs again, knowing that he is busted. "She told you that, did
    she?"
    "Yeah. She told me that."
    "And did it offend you?"
    I realize that I am starting to relax, almost enjoying the conversation. "No but it made me say yes to Marcus."
    "Oh!" he laughs. "I see how it works. So you're saying that had she
    not shared that piece of information with you, you would have
    turned my boy down?"
    "Wouldn't you like to know?" I ask coyly, hardly recognizing
    myself.
    "I would actually. Please enlighten me."
    "I'm not sure Why did you think I'd say no?"
    "Wouldn't you like to know," he retorts.
    I smile. This is full-fledged flirtatious banter.
    "Okay. I thought you'd say no because Marcus doesn't seem to be
    your type,"