No, no, no, it can’t happen, it mustn’t!” —Nora, A Doll’s House, Act II By lunchtime Saturday I had calmed down enough to keep my date with Will. Derek had insisted “just this once,” on driving me to the restaurant, a pub called Chappy’s in Pine Grove. He seemed to fear that I would resent his interference, or that somehow it offended my feminist instincts. I assured him that it did not, but that Will would drive me home and escort me to my door. “Believe me, I don’t want to encounter Richard again,” I said. Outside of Chappy’s Derek put his car in park and turned to me. It was a nice day — cool but sunny — and despite my odd morning I was feeling cheerful. “Call me when you get home, okay?” “Okay.” I slid over and kissed him; it was one of those kisses you think will be short but then it’s fun and it ends up being longer. “I think I’ll miss you,” I said, stroking his smooth beard. “I think that was a great kiss,” he said. I got out and waved until his car was gone, then entered the diner.
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