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away furiously.
    “You’re so desperate to marry Tim that you’re even willing to pretend we are friends?”
    Susan closed her hand and slightly turned her face. Mac thought he saw her chin tremble and her eyes were sparkling, but when she turned to look at him again they were completely clear.
    “I’m not desperate to marry Tim, but I assure you that we are getting married. I lament having worried about you, it will not happen again,” she said, as if she was a woman from the 18 th century. “I hope you have a good night, MacMurray.”
    “I will, Susan. I’m sure Kelly won’t mind playing doctor with me.”
    “I’m sure she won’t,” she replied over her shoulder.
    Susan walked away and Mac went back into the bathroom to see if splashing some more water on himself would calm him down, but he ended up vomiting uncontrollably in one of the stalls. When he finished, he freshened up and tried to compose himself the best he could, and in his head deemed this the worst night of his life.
    Minutes later, he returned to the dining area and discovered that Tim and Susan had already left, and he assumed that little Miss Stuck up couldn’t wait to tell her fiance that his best friend had been picking on her. Shit, Tim would probably call him to ask for an explanation, and he would have to apologize to Steel Pants. He walked up to Quin and said goodbye to him and to the rest of this teammates, and then he went home. Alone.
    At least now he knew that he had caught the stomach flu, it explained the strange reaction he thought Susan caused in him that night.
     
    Susan and Tim were in the limo headed to his family mansion. Neither of them said a word. She kept waiting for him to speak, and he kept thinking, holding his phone in his hands.
    When Susan had walked back from the hall, furious with herself for having given into the temptation to go and see if MacMurray was OK, she saw that Tim was staring at his phone.
    “What’s up?” she asked, when she returned to his side.
    “I have to leave.”
    That was the only thing that came out of Tim’s mouth, despite the fact that she kept asking if his parents were OK or if something had happened to someone in his family. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at her and repeated that he had to leave, so Susan asked to have their coats brought to them and notified the chauffeur. She said goodbye to everyone and Tim followed her out of the restaurant like a robot.
    Susan had no idea what it was that Tim had read in that message, but it had to be something quite serious. He had her very worried. As soon as they got inside the limo, she told the driver to take them to Tim’s apartment, but her fiance corrected her and told the driver to head to the family mansion.
    “Did something happen to your parents?”
    “No, not to them,” answered Tim, and he returned to his blank stare. With one hand he held his phone as if his life depended on it, while he opened and closed the other hand, trying to hold back the tension that was brewing inside him. Just like he did on the football field.
    Susan sat there in silence for a few minutes. Tim’s parents lived an hour outside of Boston in a mansion that had been in the family for generations. She had been there several times and always felt like she was visiting a museum. Tim’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Delany were a very old-fashioned couple, a little cold and distant, but they had always been very kind to her.
    “Do you want me to go with you?” she asked Tim. “I want to go with you,” she added, noticing he didn’t answer. “But if you’d rather, I can stay home. We’re getting close,” she pointed out, looking at the street the driver had just turned on. She and Tim had decided to wait until after the wedding to move in together, although they usually spent every other night at each other’s place. Both of them like to maintain a certain degree of independence. Or at least that’s what Susan told herself every time she