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NOT going to respond, right?
    I don’t know.
    She was calling three seconds later.
    “Faye! You can’t respond!”
    I wanted to fight that logic, but deep down, I knew I needed to hear someone say it. “So what? I should just ignore it?”
    “He cheated on you!”
    “We think. I haven’t actually let him explain anything. Maybe -”
    “What?!” And that was it; the sound of Meghan’s righteous indignation practically splintered the earpiece of my phone. “The fucker has a picture of someone else’s va-jay-jay on his phone and you think maybe he came by it innocently? That’s bull shit!”
    “What if one of his friends texted it to him?”
    “Then not only does he hang out with scumbags, but he kept it! Then – THEN, when you discovered it and clearly assumed the worst, he waited three fucking weeks to make any attempt to talk to you about it – or anything for that matter? Hell no! Fuck him!”
    “Maybe he was busy…” I cringed, even with the words only half spoken. God, I sounded pathetic.
    “Yeah, even you know that’s just not going to fucking fly. Seriously!”
    I turned to find my mother standing by the stairs. Shit.
    “Sorry Mom.”
    “Your Mom is there? Can she hear me? Mrs. Jensen! Back me up!”
    Mum could hear Meghan. I wouldn’t have been surprised if Mr. Hodges across the street could.
    “I can’t say that I know any better than Faye, but I will say -” Mom stalled a moment almost fearing her next comment would meet with an adverse response. “- he doesn’t seem to know your worth, honey. And I don’t think he ever did.”
    She was right to expect a response.
    “What does that mean?”
    Even I could hear the tension in my voice.
    “I just don’t think he’s ever showed you the kind of consideration he should.”
    My jaw shifted. “You’re just saying that because he never comes by the house.”
    “Yeah, let’s just talk about that!” Meghan said, ready to run with it. “Let’s put the poontang pic aside and talk about that. Why doesn’t he come over?”
    “I think he’s just uncomfortable with the situation.”
    “Has he even met your Mom?”
    “Yes, of course!” I said.
    “Once,” my mom said. Then she quietly turned and headed back into the kitchen. This wasn’t helping. I was tense, but what most bothered me was they were right. Believe me, I’d spent three weeks making an inventory of just how big a schmuck he was, but this text somehow managed to scribble over that inventory, like a shopping list that has been half purchased. Maybe there was a reason, an explanation, an exit strategy from this near month long depression I’d been wallowing in. He’d caused it. Maybe he could fix it?
    Having my mom leave the room only offered a moment’s relief.
    Meghan took a deep breath on the other line. “You deserve better, Faye. You know you do.”
    I sighed. “I do, but what if he is willing to offer -”
    “You can’t be serious. People don’t change, girl.”
    “That’s not true.”
    “No, it’s fact. If you’re thinking of talking to him, or worse, fucking getting back together with him, you need to do some serious fucking soul searching. He is what he is, and the woman you were three years ago when you met this asshole would have never, I mean fucking never tolerated half the shit he’s done, let alone a twat shot on his fucking phone! Christ!”
    I wanted to hang up. I loved Meghan, but I needed to process. She hollered and swore until my mother came in to offer me dinner. I took the opportunity to end the call, and despite not being the slightest bit hungry, I sat with my mother and pushed food around my plate.
    An hour later I was in bed, fondling my phone. It buzzed again in my hands and my heart leapt.
    I opened it to find a quick text from Stellan.
    I’m here if you need.
    My brow furrowed, but I smiled. I knew he was. My oldest and best friend always was. No matter how long I’d been gone, too busy to be anyone’s friend really, I always