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matter of one short yet turbulent hour I had lost two of the most important people in my life. What was a woman to do? The pieces were scattered and there was absolutely no hope in sight of piecing them back together.

Chapter Eight
     
    It was about two years ago. I remember sitting in one of my favorite cafés, Café Variante , enjoying a warm cup of coffee and sharing a thick piece of banana bread with Robin. I had sneaked a moment away from a particularly stressful afternoon at work and ducked out of the rain and into the busy café, filled with the comforting old-world charm knick-knacks and decor, like quite a handful of Belltown-area cafés. As it was a Saturday, Robin had the day off and called me up, insisting that I find some time to meet and chat with her about something “very important.”
    “So,” I asked Robin as I chewed a piece of the banana bread, the cinnamon bursting with each delicious nibble. “What’s this very important, super exciting news, girl?”
    Robin was glowing. She had been juggling a lot at work and, to make matters worse, wasn’t exactly happy with her home life. She was a “dried up well,” as she oh-so-delicately put when it came to topics of love, romance, or seven-digit-pick-ups. All she’d had in the past few months were a few dud dates. Why Robin didn’t feel comfortable in her own (beautiful) skin I’ll never understand, but for whatever reason known only to her she had never exuded much confidence. Having guys from clubs and bars not call her like they said they would, or having failed date after failed date, certainly did not aid things. Judging by her radiant glow and shining smile that afternoon, she had either gotten a big promotion at work or she had recently found love—or at least a welcoming path toward it. Maybe she claimed that much-coveted project management title at work for the cover art of all of next season’s contemporary romance books. She had had her eye on a P.M. position for quite some time.  
    “I met a guy,” she exclaimed.  
    “That is awesome, Robin. Dish,” I said.
    Even when Robin had gotten a call back from a guy or she had a date on the calendar, she usually wasn’t as chipper as she was at that moment. This guy must have been something special.
    “Okay,” she started, setting down her mug of coffee. “His name’s Joseph, and he’s super, super sweet. He’s got so many of those qualities I’m looking for, you know?” She gushed on about how fabulous this guy was whom she had met when shopping for fresh produce down at the ever-busy Pike Place Market the other day. He was tall, dark, handsome, “emotionally aware,” as Robin phrased…the whole kit and caboodle. He sounded like the dashing man I knew would some day sweep Robin off her feet.  
    “I am so very happy for you, girl. So, when are you going out? Have you already been out?”
    “That’s the thing I wanted to talk to you about, Sophie. See, we met at the market, and then we hit it off so well and started talking and talking…eventually we ended up having lunch together on the pier.” She was smiling from ear to ear. “Anyway, I give him my number, he says he’ll call—like they all say—and, well, he did . And we’ve got a date!”
    “That’s awesome.” And it was. I really hoped this Joseph guy would pan out. “So you’re going out, eh? When?”
    “That’s the problem,” she said. She took a sip of her coffee, then picked off a corner of the bread. “Our date’s for tomorrow. The problem is that I completely forgot about my date with Lara tomorrow. We had this whole big day planned to go have brunch, go shopping, even catch a ballet performance.” The glow started to disappear from Robin’s face. “You know how much I hate to go back on plans.”
    Robin was the girl who upheld the “vows” of friendship stronger than anyone I knew. Claire could also nearly always be counted on for…well, just about anything. If Claire said she’d be there,