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she let out an orgasmic moan. “Mmm, that’s better than sex.”
    Colleen smacked her on the arm. “Speak for yourself.”
    “I didn’t mean sex with you, babe. Nothing’s better than that.”
    She dipped her index finger into the ice cream-filled center of the frozen Snickers and slowly slid it between Colleen’s parted lips. Then it was Colleen’s turn to provide sound effects.
    “If you two need a room, there’s one right behind you.”
    Jane grinned and pointed at the TV. “Maybe later. It’s time for the Vitameatavegamin episode.”
    “I love that one.”
    “Then get your ass over here.”
    Rachel checked the expiration date on a box of frozen pizza. Even though the contents were still good, she tossed the container anyway. She quickly finished cleaning the refrigerator, took the bag to the trash chute down the hall, then crashed on the couch with her friends. Wrapped up in Lucy and Ethel’s zany adventures, she laughed her ass off and forgot all about her problems. In short, it was a perfect Saturday afternoon.
    “You are coming to our Christmas party next weekend, aren’t you?” Colleen asked as she and Jane prepared to leave.
    “Is Griffin going to be there?”
    Jane’s eyes lit up. “Why do you ask?”
    “The party’s covered dish. If a professional chef is going to eat my food, I want her to sample something other than bean dip or a half-assed salad.”
    “Are you sure that’s the only reason you’re asking?”
    “I’m not angling for a date, Jane. Scout’s honor.” Rachel crossed her heart and held up three fingers for emphasis.
    “Too bad. Sadly, no, she’s not going to be there. She has to work. Sunday is her only day off. It’s part of her deal. She practically had to sell a kidney in order to meet us for drinks Friday night. Then you had to ruin it by turning tail and running. Now don’t you wish you had stayed?”
    Rachel avoided answering the question by asking one of her own. “How many people are you expecting?”
    “We sent invitations to fifteen people.”
    “An uneven number. That means it’s going to be all couples except for me. Why do I have to be odd woman out?”
    “I could arrange another blind date if you like.”
    “No, thanks. How many have confirmed?”
    “Ten have RSVP’ed so far, including you.”
    “In other words, I need to make a dish substantial enough to feed an army. Or I could cheat and pick up a brisket from the deli on the corner.”
    “Do it and die.” Jane pointed a warning finger in her direction. “Homemade means homemade.”
    “Fine. I’ll make the white chili you love so much.”
    Jane licked her lips in anticipation. “Extra jalapeños, please.”
    “Do that and I’ll kill you,” Colleen said. “This one may love jalapeños, but they don’t love her.”
    “I know. I was her roommate in prep school, remember? I always had to open a window after she ate Mexican food.”
    Jane threw her hands up. “Hey, she ’s right here and she can hear you.”
    “We know, honey,” Colleen said. “That’s what makes it more fun. See you Saturday night, Rach?”
    “I’ll be there. Without the extra jalapeños.” She gave each of them a hug. “See you Monday, gym rat,” she said to Jane’s departing back.
    Jane flipped her the bird before she and Colleen turned the corner.
    Rachel closed the door and took a look around. Her hermit’s cave exhibited a lightness it hadn’t possessed a few hours before. Though her cleaning jag had helped, she thought the different mood she was noticing was more a reflection of the change taking place inside her than a testimony to the power of Windex.
    For the first time in a long time, she felt like herself again. And that felt pretty damn good.

Chapter Four
     
    On Monday morning, Griffin awoke to the sight of snow falling outside her window. She lay in bed and watched the fresh flakes blanket the city. Although the temperature outside was below freezing, her room was a comfortable sixty-eight