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with the bend toward being
reserved.
    It was high time Liza started to understand that she needed
to open up, and not just with her, but with her husband also.
    “Liza, what happened? Girl, it’s me. If you can’t tell your
best friend about it, who the heck can you tell?” she asked and reached across
the table to take her friend’s hand in hers. “Seriously. You should know this.”
    Liza took a deep breath and tightened her fingers in her
hand. “I know, Kari. It’s not that I don’t want to share. I’m just not sure how
to.”
    “Greg’s too busy at work to give up the goodies?” Karina
asked straight-faced and Liza choked on her tea.
    “Why would you say that?” she asked as she wiped the tea
dribble from her chin.
    It was actually kind of funny to Karina to see her perfectly
coiffed, manicured friend spit ice chunks and tea. But she knew better than to
laugh. Laughing was a surefire way to garner a cuss out from her friend.
    Liza played the role of sophisticated socialite to a T. But
they’d grown up in the same neighborhood. Karina knew the real deal.
    They’d met in kindergarten and had attended the same
Catholic School, Mary Magdalene .
    Karina had been raised by her mother as well as her
grandmother. Her grandmother had wanted to send her only grandchild to a school
outside their local district because she wanted the best for her. At the time,
the neighborhood school had left a lot to be desired and her grandmother had
been determined to send her somewhere where she’d receive a good education.
She’d worked a second job in order to pay for the tuition for the private
school.
    Liza had also attended Mary Magdalene , but had been
given a grant to attend the private school as a part of an education pilot
program that selected a handful of inner city children and paid for them to
attend private school.
    No one but Karina had known that Liza had attended the
school on grant.
    She and Liza had bonded as only two children could who
shared a common heritage and were in an environment where they were the
minority. The bond was strengthened when Liza would spend the nights with Kari
and her small extended family of grandmother and mother. She and Liza had grown
up treating one another more like sisters than friends.
    Back in those days, although Liza studied hard and did well
in school, she was a little rough around the edges. She had a mouth like a
sailor and was quick to cuss out anybody who messed with her.
    Didn’t matter if it was a teacher, a nun, priest or
principal. Liza didn’t care. She let them all know how she felt!
    It had taken years of self-discipline for Liza to emerge as
the woman she was today. She once told Karina that she didn’t want to be like
her mother. She didn’t want to have a child out of wedlock and she refused to go on public assistance.
    Ever.
    As soon as she and Liza graduated from high school, Liza’s
mom had skipped out of town, letting her fend for herself in college. But had
she stayed, Liza still would have had to fend for herself. As it was, her
mother would occasionally call Liza and ask for money. Liza had let that slip
once.
    She’d worked hard in school to pay for college and had
eventually met her husband Greg and had married him her last year in graduate
school.
    Karina was proud of her friend and knew how rough life had
been for her before she and Greg married.
    Liza was also drop-dead gorgeous. Karina used to feel
serious pangs of envy with Liza’s tall, slender shape and beautiful face. She
always ate the right foods, never ate junk, worked out regularly and looked
awesome. Karina had neither the inclination nor motivation to do all of that
work to stay in shape. Watching Liza do it, tired her out enough.
    Besides that, she had finally decided she could live with
her addiction to Little Debbie oatmeal creme cakes. Cooper didn’t mind the
extra cushion at all.
    Liza was darker than she…her skin color reminded Karina of
coffee with just a touch of