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don’t last and happily ever after is a mundane matter of avoiding men who beat you. But your parents are still married and so are mine.”
    “Would you be in my mother’s marriage?” Mary Anne asked.
    “No. Nor my own mother’s. I’m just trying to say…” Cameron sighed. “I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Except that even if the love potion doesn’t work, you shouldn’t stop believing you can have an excellent future with someone .”
    “That’s the most depressing thing I ever heard.” It was depressing because she wasn’t in love with a random someone. She wanted Jonathan Hale. “So can you, by the way. Have an excellent future with someone. ”
    “It doesn’t matter for me. I want to adopt children. I’m not a marriage-or-nothing-else kind of person.”
    “And I am?”
    Cameron said what Mary Anne knew on some level to be true. “Yes.”
    Mary Anne tried to think of a treasured possession she was willing to sacrifice toward the goal of achieving her heart’s desire. What were her most treasured possessions? She treasured the quilt Nanna had made for her and given her when she graduated from Columbia. No way would that find its way to Graham Corbett’s bedroom—a place she pondered only briefly as an imagined horror of dirty underwear and stinky men’s running shoes. What else did she treasure?
    Cameron said, “So you’re going to bestow all these things on Graham Corbett?”
    “Yes. I detest him.”
    “I’m not sure that’s the message you’ll convey.”
    Mary Anne heard a slight strain in Cameron’s voice.
    She really likes him.
    A brainstorm occurred to her. “How’s this? For the really nice thing I’m going to do for him?”
    Cameron said nothing, just waited.
    “I’ll set him up with you!”
    Cameron muttered something entirely uncharacteristic. “I don’t think I’m his type.”
    “But don’t you want to go out with him?”
    “I want him to want to go out with me, ” Cameron corrected.
    “He’s truly a jerk, dear cousin. You have no idea. He says the most offensive things to me.”
    “I’ve heard some of them,” Cameron replied, sounding more dejected. “It’s called flirting, Mary Anne.”
    “Oh, no, it’s not!” Mary Anne replied. “But if you’re game, I can do a thing for him that is far better than he deserves, and set him up with wonderful you.”
    Cameron shrugged, as if she already knew that Graham would refuse. “Sure.”
     
    T HE VALUED POSSESSION that Mary Anne decided to sacrifice was Flossy. It was ridiculous for a thirty-two-year-old to be so attached to a stuffed white rabbit with plastic fangs. She’d received it as a twenty-first birthday present from her college boyfriend, and she’d learned afterward that it had been made because of something to do with Monty Python. Her boyfriend had loved Monty Python, but she’d never watched the shows and thought they were stupid. Nonetheless, she’d absolutely fallen in love with Flossy, who her boyfriend had always called “the fluffy little bunny rabbit.”
    It was going to have to be Flossy. Mary Anne would give it to Graham anonymously. He probably liked Monty Python. She could part with a stuffed animal in the cause of securing the love of Jonathan Hale.
    The kind word would be easy. She’d choke down the bile that would inevitably rise to her throat and tell Graham Corbett that his advice to the woman with the mean fiancé had been good. Then she’d set him up with Cameron. What did her cousin see in the man?
     
    G RAHAM C ORBETT stopped by the radio station at nine the next morning. His plans for the day included working on his book, the first self-help book he’d ever set out to write. He already had a contract with a major publisher; because of the nationwide broadcasts of his radio show, not to mention a few appearances on national television talk shows, his name recognition—and face recognition—had helped to sell this first project, Life—and Love—with Graham