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shirt. It looks like a classic ‘I Love New York’ shirt, only instead of NY, it says BJ.
    Yes, I’m going to self-help group wearing an I ♥ BJ shirt. That’s just how I roll!
    To class myself up, I spend some extra minutes on makeup.
    I’m going to come clean tonight. I’m going to throw myself upon the mercy of the group, and tell them the whole truth. I won’t tell some edited half-truths about why my interactions with guys end in disaster. I’ll admit that I talk way too much about guys’ balls—specifically, their lack of them.
    Then Feather will give me a diagnosis—probably some therapy crap about blah-blah-who-knows—and then I’ll get a list of what to do, and I’ll cure myself of talking about balls.
    It’s going to be great! I feel better already. This is totally going to work.

    I’m the first to arrive at room 3C, so I start setting out chairs. Feather comes in next, floating on a cloud of that special beauty and happiness that only natural blondes who are married to sexy hotel owners have.
    “How are you doing, Meenie?” she asks, looking over the tiny square cakes set up on the snack table.
    “Pretty good.”
    She tucks her perfect, platinum blond hair behind one ear. “The last time I saw you bring something so elaborate, your grandmother had just passed away. Is there anything you’d like to talk about before the others get here?”
    I stare at her perfect lips and think about the rumor I heard—that she met her husband when he hired her to kiss him. Her kissing magically cured him in some unspecified way I spend far too much time thinking about. She’s so pretty. I’m not into girls, but damn it, I’d probably kiss her too, if she felt it would help my situation.
    “Do you think my name is a problem?” I set out the final chair and stand behind it, resting my palms on the back. “I’m just thinking that people take on the qualities of their name. You look like a feather. You’re dainty and wispy. You’re soft and soothing to people, but you still have that core of strength.”
    “That’s an interesting idea.” She sets out the sign-in book and begins circling the chairs, adjusting each one with precision.
    I take a seat in the circle and wait for her to answer my question. Feather likes to take her time and think before she responds. Her answers are always worth the wait. I look down at her sparkling engagement ring and wedding band. Feather’s definitely the marrying kind, so I don’t know if she can even relate to me on a personal level, but maybe she’s had other clients like me.
    “Would you prefer that I call you Megan?” she asks.
    “I think it might be too late. Everyone knows me as Meenie, and I’d have to constantly correct everyone, and that’s not very nice, so there goes that whole idea. Forget I asked. Never mind.”
    She purses her lips and gives me an amused smile. “It’s always interesting how people answer their own questions.”
    “Do you think I’m mean because of my name?”
    “I don’t think you’re mean.” She takes a seat in her usual spot, with her back to the door, and crosses her legs. She quickly adjusts the loose-fitting sweater that falls down over the waist of her long skirt. It’s a tiny gesture, but gives away everything.
    “Holy shit, you’re pregnant, Feather.”
    Her eyes widen, and she glances over her shoulder at the door to make sure we’re alone.
    Turning back to me, she’s beaming. “Shh. It’s not official. Please don’t mention this, because my first pregnancy years ago ended in miscarriage. This one’s going well so far, but… you know.”
    I pat my own stomach and nod. “I don’t know about babies, but I do own a baby maker, so I’m qualified to pretend I know. Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others.”
    She re-adjusts her sweater, so her bump isn’t visible. “You’re good at noticing things in other people. I hope you’ll share something tonight about yourself, if you’re ready.”
    “You