He was in town till tomorrow, and we’d planned to meet this morning, after I dropped Lucy at preschool.I’d told George nothing. “I had a great time at Buddha’s Belly,” I’d said. “Sorry I’m late—Astrid and I were talking so long I forgot about the time.” He looked tired, anyhow, and distracted.“That’s okay,” he’d returned. “I don’t get to spend enough one-on-one time with Lucy, and we had a lovely day. We went to the pony rides at Griffith Park. It was a lot of fun. Listen—did you dye the eggs yet for our little Easter hunt tomorrow? Lucy keeps talking about it and I want to make sure we’re all prepared first thing in the morning.”Lying turned out to be as easy as losing my virginity. All that build-up and worry, and in the end, it was no big deal.The door snicked shut behind Josh, and our eyes locked. We sat in those little wooden chairs next to each other, not touching, and sipped our coffees. I kept spilling mine, my hand shaking, so nervous. And the whole time I kept telling myself, We’re just friends.
