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all over you.  Whose?  Was it that Greek God from the other day? Oh, please, please tell me it was the Greek God.”
    Lila didn’t answer.
    “That’s fine,” Chelsea said, holding the door to the class open.  “You’ll have plenty of time to tell me all about it at this miserable party.  Thank you, again, for being my lesbian date tonight.  If I’d shown up to another one of these events alone, I think my family might die of sheer pity. This is my baby sister’s seventh engagement dinner, the seventh man willing to marry her, and I can’t even find one man to escort me.”
    Lila’s eyes widened.  “Your sister has been engaged seven times?”
    “She’s a touch indecisive.”
    “Just a touch .”
    “At this point I’m convinced she only gets engaged to throw parties and be the center of attention.  But she did make it all the way to the altar with the last victim.”
    Lila almost cried out.  “She left him at the altar?”
    “That she did.”
    “Who’s the lucky guy this time?”
    “No clue.  Haven’t met him.  What’s the point?  He’ll be gone soon enough.”
    Lila poked her lips out and scrunched her eyes.  “Maybe this “victim” will be the one that sticks.”
    “Or maybe you’ll just have to be my lesbian date at my sister’s next engagement party, and the one after that, because there’s no way this guy’s going to stick.  Now come on, girlfriend, we’ve got a party to get to.  I’d be a lot happier if you were a Greek God but, hey…. can’t win ‘em all, right?”
    Lila smiled, allowing her friend to link their arms once more as they made their way out of the building.
    As they walked across the unusually quiet Harvard campus and towards the employee parking lot, Chelsea looked to Lila.  Her eyes ran the length of her body.
    “I can feel you judging me,” Lila grumbled, staring off into the distance as she spoke.
    “You do remember the time that I didn’t tell you about my sister being on your ad hoc committee, right Lila?”
    As they made it to the parking lot and circled around their respective cars, Lila had to laugh.  Whenever a lecturer was up for assistant professor, the ad hoc committee doing their review was kept top secret to avoid any unnecessary drama.   In any other circumstance, Lila would have never known that Chelsea’s sister was on her committee.  Chelsea, however , was Lila’s best friend. And she also had a big mouth.
    Lila unlocked her car door with another laugh.  “Yes, I do remember you not telling me that, Chels.”
    “And you do know that she’s the bride to be at this affair, correct?”
    “Correct.  I know that, too.”
    “Okay.  So put on a longer skirt, you little slut-bag.”
     
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    Still arm in arm, Lila and Chelsea made their way into the meeting hall of the largest five-star hotel in Cambridge.  They’d gotten lost more than a few times, but they were in no hurry as they laughed and joked their way through the busy halls.
    “So you let the Greek God take you out of class and fuck you senseless on the desk in your office?  That’s not even your personal office.  That is a community desk.”
    Lila was still laughing.  “I don’t know, Chels.  There’s something about that man that makes me do the craziest things.  Things I would never dream of doing in my everyday life.”
    “Why have I never heard of him before this?”
    Because Lila had spent a year trying to forget him.  She’d almost convinced herself that she had forgotten Jack Almeida.  That afternoon in her office proved she clearly hadn’t.
    “He just… I just… I’m…” Lila held a hand out, struggling with what to say.
    “That good, huh? He put it down, so proper, words have completely escaped you.  That’s beautiful, Lila. Good for you.”  Chelsea gave Lila a high five.  “Are you planning on seeing him again?”
    Her stomach rolled at the thought.  “He’s not good for me.  We’re not good for each other.  Never have