After we say our goodbyes and leave, I spend the entire car ride home trying to balance listening to Mandy talk about an upcoming sorority 1980’s party, feeling guilty about all of the lying and eavesdropping I’ve done this evening, wondering why Dr. Blake lied to Mandy, and trying to calm my angry, frustrated stomach. If Mandy knows that all of this is going on in the seat beside her, she doesn’t let on. She fills most of the car ride with talk of 1980’s bangs, obnoxious earrings, and stirrup pants. {Add Cyndi Lauper and “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” to the jumble in my brain.} As soon as we arrive back home, Mandy heads for study hours at the library, and I get an early start on my night routine. I work slowly through my tasks, going over and over and over his possible reasons for lying. Was he just trying to look good in front of Mandy? Trying not to come off as the guy who broke up with a girl who was unconscious in a hospital bed? Is he trying to make me look good…like I’m not the pathetic, heartbroken one who was left behind, but the one who let go?
