said Beth. “I think you might be making a big deal about nothing.” Beth and I were sitting at a window table in Starbucks where the morning sun was streaming fierce and blinding through the grimy plate-glass window. We both wore sunglasses and sat facing out toward Broadway. I didn’t think I was making a big deal. It didn’t even look like I had been crying. Beth didn’t even know I had been crying. Beth wore a gray wool skirt, skinny black boots, and a long black trench coat that would have looked frumpy and staid on me but made her look like she was going off to snub Humphrey Bogart someplace. I wore sweats and those hideous, shapeless tan winter boots that were trendy several years ago. “Fug Boots” Beth called them. Even when supermodels wore those boots, Beth wouldn’t have been caught dead in them. “They look like they were designed to be worn on paws, not feet,” she had scoffed the first time she saw me wearing mine. Today, though, she wasn’t looking at my clothes.
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