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Yorker, part of the initiation ritual included a moment where the small town girl gets lost in the big city, right?
    So, this was it.
    I look around me . I see a glowing neon sign across the street that read s , “Late Night Food, ” which is t he same sign I’ve seen in countless sitcom s set in New York. Fine. That would do for now. I walk across the street and slid e into a booth, trying to seem like I fit there, that this was my hometown and that I went alone to diners every single day.
    “Can I have a black coffee please?” I ask , when the waitress drops by the table .
    “Ten dollar minimum.”
    Apparently, diners in New York had a cover charge.
    “Um, ok. I’ll take the cof fee. J ust g ive me a second to figure else what I want to order . Thank you. ”
    She returns with the coffee but leaves before I can meet the stupid minimum charge. I take a long sip. I had maybe three beers at the party —enough to make me slightly fuzzy-feeling and nostalgic . I pull my phone back out of my purse and the message is still open on my phone, and the word Australia stares back at me. I type back the only response I can manage .
    In NY w ith Sophia . Grabbing coffee right now . Talk soon, I promise.
    I click send, and th en, thinking better of it, add another quickly.
    Miss u.
    I look at the “u.” I t seems appropriate. “Miss you” seems too needy. “ Miss u ” had the perfect ring to it, the “I’m looking forward to seeing you but it doesn’t mean that much to me.” While that wasn’t exactly true, he really didn’t need to know that.
    It was only a couple of seconds before his reply pops on to the screen.
    Call me tomorrow. If u don’t, I’ll have to get to NY to see u . Make sure ur still alive.
    Ben could absolutely not come here. One of two things was bound to happen. First, h e would take one look at Sophia and fall madly in love with her . Although I was actually pretty tolerant of his parade of girlfriends, and Sophia might be better than Susan in some ways, the thought of seeing Ben with Sophia made my stomach turn.
    That one was not ever going to be okay with me.
    T he second potential reaction was far more worrisome. Before I left for school , we had a conversation about Greenview, a small private school where the students are , on the whole, rich and spoiled. Basically, they’re the Ivy League rejects who partied too hard in high school.
    “ Tell me if I ended up becoming one of those snobby girls that we both hate, ” I said to him .
    Or, as I had thought silently in my head, one of those snotty girls that you tell me that you hate and you end up screwing and complaining to me about.
    “ You would never, ” he had replied , kissing my cheek. 
    It was certainly possible that he would see the beautiful apartment and the beautiful people who were so not my kind of people and he would get his big-brother voice out to tell me that I was losing myself, that I was becoming everything I never wanted to be. He had almost no tolerance for bullshit. It was probably my fav orite thing about him, but I have to admit that I was a little bit afraid that he would come here and call me out on mine.
    So, objective number one was to prevent a Ben visit.
    I’ll call. I can’t tomorrow, but I will call soon. Be home in 3 weeks and see you then.
    Fine. See u.
    It was curt, even for Ben . Yep, he was definitely mad. He wasn’t one to abuse words or to w rite long messages , but there was usually something that resembled a bad joke stuck in there , something that would make me smile . I was going to need to fix that. But fixing that would make me face all of the things that I had been avoiding since Thanksgiving , and I just wasn’t ready. So, Ben would have to wait.
    Words were coming from somewhere and I figured it was the waitress. Only after I had looked up did I realize that the words were not coming from the middle-aged woman with yellowed teeth who had delivered the coffee.
    “From the party, right?