Emmy And The Boss

“Do I get to pick which ones I want to forget?”

“No, and trust me, I know how it feels. I ignored my garbage until I was forced to deal with it. If you’re smart, you’ll deal with yours before that happens.”

“I’m handling it fine.”

“First you agreed to marry Roger for…I don’t know the reasons, but I can tell you they were the wrong ones.” Lindy leaned forward, keeping her voice down, “and now you’re turning your back on a nice guy like Nick. Doesn’t sound like dealing to me. It sounds like sticking your head in the sand.”

“Whatever. It’s working.”

“For the time being,” Lindy, the voice of doom, said.

Emmy looked away. She could tune Lindy out so she didn’t hear the disapproval, and if she didn’t look at her, she didn’t have to see it, either. But she couldn’t escape her own feelings—and suddenly she was feeling a whole lot. “You asked me to give you one reason why I shouldn’t get together with Nick,” she said. “How about he’s scum?”

“No, he’s not. You’re just saying that because—”

“He’s standing over there with a redhead,” Emmy said, disgusted with herself more than Nick because she hated that he was standing there with any woman but her. “I told you he didn’t want me anymore.”

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