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blonde hair
swept like a net across her pretty face, I decided that I’d give her the
bedroom.   She deserved it.   When we first arrived in Manhattan, she
just assumed that I was the one who’d get the well-paying job, and that she’d
hope for the best with her book.
    “You
take the bedroom,” she had said.   “I
don’t know how this book will do.   You’ll be making more money than me in no time.   It’s only fair.”
    Only,
that wasn’t the case now.   As far as
I was concerned, the bedroom was hers, and I’d sleep on the pullout.   And frankly, who cared?   What mattered was our friendship.   One day, we’d be beyond this ridiculousness,
and would laugh about it over martinis at the Ritz.
    You keep dreaming, girl.
    I’m going to.
    Then dream big.
    I plan to.   I didn’t save up for years to come here
for nothing.   I came here to make
it.
    When
the coffee started to brew, the aroma was enough to wake Lisa.  
    “That
smells amazing,” she said.
    “And
it’s only Folgers.   Imagine if it
was Starbucks.”
    A
dreamy look came over her face.   “Starbucks,” she said.   “If I
were a zombie—which I might be after the chapter I wrote last
night—that’s the first place I’d go.   I’d have a Java Chip Frappuccino, a cookie, and obviously a side of
brains, because, you know, I’d be a zombie.   So, let’s imagine that it’s Starbucks.”
    “You’re
the creative one,” I said.   “It’ll
be a snap for you.   For me, not so
much.   But, hey, at least we have
coffee!”
    She
started to get up.
    “No,”
I said.   “Stay there.   I’ll bring you a cup.   You’ve been a lifesaver these past
couple of weeks.   Or months.   Mostly months.   Enjoy your last few moments on the
pullout, because tonight the bedroom is yours.”
    She
sat up in bed and looked at me.   “What are you talking about?”
    “The
bedroom is yours.   It’s only
right.   I’ll move my stuff into your
closet, and you can move everything of yours into the bedroom closet.   Decorate the room, enjoy a real bed for
once, and sleep like the princess you are.”
    “Jennifer,
you don’t have to do that.   I don’t
mind sleeping here.   Actually,
because of the bar that cuts across the mattress, it actually makes me get up
and start writing earlier than I would have otherwise.   That bar is pure motivation.”
    I
nodded toward the bedroom.   “I
believe there’s an alarm clock in there.”
    “With
a snooze button.”
    I
rolled my eyes, poured us two cups of coffee, and added some sugar and then
some creamer.   After a brisk stir, I
brought her a cup, and kissed her on the forehead.   “Seriously.   I’ve been a handful lately.   More than usual, which means you’ve had
a mountain on your hands.   I
appreciate all you’ve done for me—more than you know—and I
especially appreciate your patience.   I’ve been a mess.”
    She
screwed up her face at me.   “You
don’t have to thank me.   I think you
listened to me for weeks when Kevin dumped me.    Remember what that was like?   Let me remind you, because it was
epic.   ‘Why would he ever want to
leave a hot piece of ass like this?   What a fool.   What an
idiot.   Who is he kidding?   I mean, right?   Right?   This is bullshit.   Ughhhh.   Why do I still love him?   Why do I wish he’d call me right
now?   I’m going to kill him.   Help me slash the tires on that fucking
car of his.   I’ll get a knife.’   And on and on.   I was a drunk psycho bitch without a
filter that night.   This friendship
isn’t exactly one-sided, and you know it never has been.”
    I
sat down on the chair at the end of her bed.   “When you’re ready to switch rooms, let
me know, OK?   But it has to be
today.   It’s my turn on the
sofa.”   She was about to speak, but
I raised a hand.   “Please
don’t.   You deserve it.   I insist.   That’s the end of it.   Now, let me tell you about my day.”   I told her