she’d be there, and if she had something else to do she’d kindly let you know. Our good friend Emily Saunders, whenever she was in town (as she so often traveled the globe), was generally good for her money. Give her a time and a place and if she didn’t have some wildlife adventure to hop off to, she’d be there. The same went for Lara and myself, both of us ninety percent of the time able to say “count me in” or “regrettably not.” Rarely would we back out of plans last-minute. Jackie, well, she was our loose cannon girlfriend, but we loved her anyway. She was always, and I mean always , the girl that would say, “Most definitely I’ll be there!” And then, about half the time, would call last minute because of a sudden change of plans or, as was sometimes and unfortunately and always aggravatingly the case, would forget all about the plans and either sleep in or say “yes” to some other social occasion.
Robin, though, was a “you’ve got it; I’ll be there” girl. You could always count on her. Naturally, if she had other plans she’d either work something out or have to decline, but she never, and I mean never , double-booked her plans. She never changed her mind last-minute; nor did she ever leave you high and dry.
“Robin, don’t be silly,” I said. “Lara will totally understand.”
“You think? I mean, she’s had those ballet tickets for weeks. And we’ve been meaning to take some time off and away from it all—”
“Robin.” I cupped her hands in mine. “You silly, silly girl. She will not care that you’ve accidentally double-booked plans. And with what sounds like a hottie-Mc-Hot-Hot, right?”
She laughed. “I guess…but she bought those tickets for me and I feel bad bailing on her.”
“How’s this?” I said. “I’ll offer to buy the tickets from Lara. And if she wants to go with me then we’ll make a date out of it. Besides, I’ve been meaning to catch up with her lately. Work’s just been so crazy and all.” I rolled my eyes.
“Oh, Sophie…”
“Nope. No worries. You go have fun on your date and don’t think twice about it. Lara will understand.”
She looked at me questioningly, one eyebrow raised.
“I promise you,” I added. I took another bite of bread. “You deserve to meet a fabulous man. And Joseph sounds pretty damn good.”
Robin smiled brightly over her mug of coffee, her radiant glow returning once again. “He is. He is, girl.”
***
Where had that confiding in one another gone? Where had those good times and sisterly moments run off to? How could the tables turn so suddenly and my friendship—my dear friendship with Robin, a friend of seven years—burn away over one stupid mistake? My heart ached for all of those past moments of sweet friendship with Robin, and for the moments that I knew I would never have again. I couldn’t make amends with her after what she had done. The idea was preposterous. Even though I wanted so badly to know that I had a noble and dear friend in Robin, the unfortunate truth was that all of the good times were behind me. What was ahead, I didn’t know.
***
“Where have you been?” Claire said as I stormed through the front door. I threw my purse down on the floor and tossed my keys aside. I had raced home in what had to be record time. I was so furious and hurt all I could think of doing was crying into my pillow.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I shouted, making a beeline for my bedroom.
Conner and Claire were in the living room. They were still clad in their pajamas, eating bowls of cereal and watching some nonsense on television.
“Sophie,” Claire called after me. “Sophie!”
I instantly threw my body onto my bed and buried my face into a pillow, howling and crying. I heard the bedroom door close and then Claire’s tender touch on my back. “Sophie, honey, what happened?”
Through tears and a small bout of initial resistance, I told Claire everything. The entire
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