“Once I was back in the office, I stopped by Mags’s cubicle and rested my arms on the top of one of the walls of her cubby. She was in red today. Red-red. Scarlet Letter red. Lipstick, sweater, four-inch heels. Red. God,… — Erin Lyon Copy Share Image
“I drove to my parents slowly, not eager to get there. Not really eager to be anywhere. So I hit the Jack in the Box drive-through because when you’ve just had amazing yet regrettable sex with the former love of your life, you deserve a friggin’ milk shake, dammit. I got my chocolate milk shake (yes, with the thousand calories of whipped… — Erin Lyon Copy Share
“I smiled at her as she came closer to study me. “Damn.” “Thanks.” “You kind of look like a zombie.” “So I’ve been told.”… — Erin Lyon Copy Share Image
“I feel like a fool.” “You aren’t.” “I don’t want to be this person. God! I feel like you’ve been trying to pick me… — Erin Lyon Copy Share Image
“No,” I said. “No, what?” “You know what you’re thinking.” “How do you know what I was thinking?” “I don’t know exactly. There is something about… — Erin Lyon Copy Share Image
“As I suspected, Jonathan was already home when I got there. Deep breaths, Kate. Dignity. There will be no crying, whining, or punching anyone… — Erin Lyon Copy Share Image
“Whoa. Offsides. High-sticking. Hitting below the belt. And other such sports metaphors I could think of that express my feelings that he was so… — Erin Lyon Copy Share Image
“Jonathan wants to come here and try to pick me up. Not pick me up like a ride pick me up—like a take me… — Erin Lyon Copy Share Image
“Who would you be if you could have anything you wanted, whenever you wanted it? Sure, it seems like a nice idea, but I’d… — Erin Lyon Copy Share Image
“I needed a job. Now. I felt certain that at some point I was going to have to apply for seasonal help at a… — Erin Lyon Copy Share Image
“When you found out I was gonna be single, you just flipped a switch and you weren’t into me anymore. Can you teach me… — Erin Lyon Copy Share Image
“At about 11:45, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. I did a quick stop by Mags’s desk again. “Meeting the ‘complication’… — Erin Lyon Copy Share Image
“Once I was back in the office, I stopped by Mags’s cubicle and rested my arms on the top of one of the walls… — Erin Lyon Copy Share Image
