Is the first thing Maggie tells me when I lie down on my bed and call her. “Oh yeah? Well I was calling to tell you about my lunch with Dr. Owens but . . . if you have something else to say . . .” My voice trails off. “What! Tell me everything, and I mean everything!” Maggie squeals into the phone. I giggle and roll my eyes. “Mags, it was just lunch.” “Lunch! He asked you to join him for lunch?” “It wasn’t really like that; they are actually closed on Sundays. I happened to get there right when he was leaving and he was going to get lunch.” “Yes, but then he asked you to join him, right?” “Well, yes, but—” “No buts, Vicky! He was totally wanting to get to know you. Take it for what it is and revel in it, girlfriend!” I didn’t want to revel in it though. All the happiness I was feeling felt like it must be too good to be true. “Mags, I know you are excited for me, but really, this is nothing. He’s just another guy trying to get his way.” “Not all guys are like Eric, V.”
