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great.
    After
rinsing out her mouth, she wiped the excess water and toothpaste off her chin, and
left the bathroom. She made a beeline for her bedroom, threw herself down on
the bed, and pulled a pillow over her face. She didn’t ever want to show her
face in that grocery store again. From now on, she’d have to start driving to
the next town over to buy food.
    She
inhaled deeply once, twice, and again. Apparently vomiting was all she needed
to settle her queasy stomach. Go figure. She felt perfectly fine now—wonderful,
in fact, if she set aside the mental distress of embarrassing the hell out of
herself.
    Tossing
the pillow aside, she stared up at the ceiling and reminded herself that she
was a strong and confident woman. People threw up every day. It happened to
everyone. In time, the whole transgression would be forgotten. She just had to
suck it up and wait for everything to blow over. In the meantime, she had a
very comfortable house within which to hide.
    Somewhere
in the house, her cell phone rang. She pushed up off the bed and went in search
of her phone, which she found sitting on the foyer table next to her purse.
Since it stopped ringing before she reached it, she pulled up her missed calls
and breathed a sigh of relief when spotted Sara’s name. She didn’t waste any
time returning the call, wanting to share what was going on with a friend.
    Sara
answered on the first ring. “Are you screening your calls?”
    Mara
smiled. “Not intentionally. I just didn’t get to the phone in time.”
    “You
are so weird. You’re the only person I know who doesn’t keep their phone on
them at all times.”
    “Yeah
yeah. I called you right back, didn’t I?”
    “Yes,
you did. So, the reason I was calling was to invite you out for drinks tonight.
Conrad has some serious cabin fever and wants to get out of the house.”
    “Should
he be drinking while he’s taking pain meds for his ankle?”
    “Oh,
he’s not going to drink. He just wants to hang out.”
    “Okay.
Well, as fun as that sounds, I think I’m going to stay in tonight. I’ve had an
epically shitty day.”
    “Why?
What happened?”
    Mara
sat down on the recliner. “You aren’t going to believe me.”
    “Sure,
I will. Now quit teasing me and dish.”
     “Well…”
She took a deep breath. “Since I haven’t been feeling well the last few days, I
went to the grocery store for oranges, soup, and whatever else I could think of
to help fend off a cold. Since my luck sucks, Gray strolled into the store not
five minutes after I got there. I tried to avoid him, but he caught up with me
and asked me out.”
    “Oh
my God. What did you say?”
    “I
didn’t get a chance to say anything because I puked all over him.”
    “You
did what?” Sara exclaimed.   
    Mara
winced. “My stomach has been unusually queasy for the last few days. So when he
started describing the dinner we’d share in graphic, bloody detail, my stomach
lurched and that was all she wrote. I ralphed all over his shoes.”
    Sara
burst out laughing.
    “It’s
not funny. I was humiliated.”
    “I
bet,” Sara said, still chuckling. “I can almost imagine the look on his face.”
    Mara
sighed. “You have no idea. I’ll be seeing the horror stamped on his face in my
nightmares.”
    “Oh,
Mara. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to poke fun at your trauma. I’m sure it wasn’t as
bad as you think.”
    “Trust
me, it was bad.”
    “It’ll
be fine. Just give it a few days and then pretend it never happened. If Gray’s
any sort of gentleman, he’ll do the same.”
    “I
guess.”
    “So
I take it that’s really a hard no when it comes to going out tonight?”
    “Yes.
Definitely. Even if my stomach wasn’t acting up, I’m exhausted. I don’t think
I’ve been sleeping well.”
    “Add
sore boobs to that description and I’d say you’re knocked up.”
    “Very
funny.” Mara frowned and looked down at her chest. Her breasts were a little
tender, but that was only because she was