Then Patrick dumps you, and you get married. To Lucas Calder, the guy I had a crush on in school and you couldn’t stand? You have terrible sex with him, and now you’re getting divorced?” Sarah Ford, Merry’s best friend, bit into a slice of pepperoni pizza and chewed disgustedly. “Couldn’t you have done some of this while I was here to live vicariously through you?” “Sorry,” Merry said, feeling better already for having shared her woes. She leaned back on her dad’s couch. “Just to clarify, the divorce is a little way off. And I could stand Lucas in high school.” Where did everyone get the idea she didn’t like him? “Meanwhile, the most exciting thing to happen to me was sunburn in an embarrassing anatomical location.” Sarah grabbed a paper napkin from the stack on the coffee table in front of them and wiped a blob of tomato sauce from her chin. “Much as I hate to trump your sunburn,”
