Calendar Girl

And Josh’s date book, like a dark window in the tablecloth.

A chill scurried through her body.

Then, the whirlwind took hold of her again, tugged her along after it.


“So, it’s been nine months,” began Jeannie, shoveling in a forkful of pasta during her annual Christmas lunch with Melinda.  “Are you still getting any?”

“Jeannie!” Melinda squealed, taking a small bite of her salad.

Melinda noticed sourly that, as she did every year, Jeannie had ordered the most fattening thing on the café’s menu. She was one of those women who looked good no matter what she ate or how much.

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