Molly had agreed to meet me for lunch. I figured it would be full of our usual girlish banter. But she seemed preoccupied, constantly checking her phone.

Finally, I set down my salad fork, a little miffed. “Molly, if you’ve got somewhere more important to be, don’t let me stop you.”

She looked embarrassed. “Sorry, Jill. It’s just… ” A funny grin broke out across her pretty face.

I wondered if something was really wrong. Her expression was strange. “What’s going on? What is it?” She was a good friend. I would do anything she asked.

She looked around the outdoor patio of the restaurant as if she didn’t want anybody else to overhear. “I might have a date,” she said.

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