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cream. Smooth and creamy. Her eyes were dark and
set deep and had just a slight tilt in the corners.
    Kind of like one of the Whos from Whoville .
    Karina would have died to have Liza’s high cheekbones and
angular face. No sharp edges, just perfectly shaped features.
    Unlike Karina, Liza was always together . Hair just
right, nails manicured.
    She kept her personal opinions to herself; that she thought
Liza had shut off a part of herself when she left the old neighborhood. That
she was in such denial about who she was and needed to come to terms with the
fact that her life in poverty was nothing to be ashamed of.
    It didn’t define who she was as a person.
    “Well?” she demanded, not allowing Liza to hide. Her friend
took a deep breath and started to speak.
    “I think he might be having an affair with his assistant,
but I’m not sure…” she started and the fork of pasta that was on the way to
making its way to Karina’s mouth halted mid-way.
    “What? Why would you think that?”
    “Have you seen her? She’s gorgeous and he drops everything
the minute she calls,” Liza answered, glumly.
    “There are a lot of gorgeous women in the world Liza! You’re
gorgeous! Girl, that doesn’t make any darn sense!”
    “He sure does leap whenever she calls. What other reason
would a man turn down sex? And not just any old sex. I’m talking ‘smack me up,
tie me down, lick me all over ‘til I scream for friggin’ mercy’ sex!!”
    “Greg turned down sex with you? No way!”
    “Yeah, he did,” she said gloomily and proceeded to tell her
what happened earlier in the day.
     
    “If he’s not cheating then what in the world is going on and
how do I try and fix this mess?” Liza ended her story and looked Karina
straight in the eye and asked her the question, point blank.
    The time for shame and her continual need for
self-preservation were long past. She wanted answers. And she knew Kari loved
her and would tell it to her straight. She waited as Karina pushed her
wire-framed glasses further up her nose, pooched out her mouth and made a small
sucking sound with her teeth.
    Whenever Karina did that, she was in deep thought.
Liza suppressed a smile despite the frustration and uncertainty she felt.
Karina always made her smile.
    “Welll…” she began, stretching the word out as far it could
possibly go, “I don’t think Greg is cheating on you. I really don’t. But can I
be honest here without you getting upset?” she asked and Liza saw a quick flash
of something cross Karina’s face that she didn’t like.
    “Go on, what is it?” Liza put her hands in her lap and
clenched the linen napkin so tightly she wouldn’t doubt if the white painted
tips of her French manicure were permanently etched in her palms.
    “You know I love you girl, right?”
    “Karina…” she warned.
    “Okay, okay!” she held up a consoling hand. “Gotta establish
the love first! Sorry,” she said and continued, “Liza, it’s your own darn
fault.” After she lowered that boom she ducked her head as though Liza
would throw something at her.
    As if.
    “Karina Elizabeth Woodson…Karina Elizabeth Tolson ,”
she corrected at Karina’s raised brow.
    “Get it right!” Karina laughed before turning serious. “Greg
is only doing what he thinks you want.”
    “What do you mean by that?” she asked.
    “He knows you better than anyone. Anyone next to me that is.
And probably better than I do,” she started and at Liza’s nod continued. “Well
don’t you think he knows how badly you hated the thought of ever being poor? Of
revisiting that life? I mean you said it often enough.”
    “So that ‘s why he won’t make love to me anymore?”
    “Don’t make it worse than it is. You said it wasn’t as
frequent and as…um…freaky as it used to be,” she reminded her.
    “I guess. Go on,” Liza took a thoughtful bite of her salad.
    “Just seems to me that in his desire to please you and make
sure you’re taken care of, that