45

Breaking it up

“How did it go?” Mindy asked Helen when she stepped into their apartment very late that night.

“Badly,” Helen said as she dropped her keys, bag and shoes in the entryway. She came into the living room and threw herself into Mindy’s recliner. “I hate everyone,” Helen said expressionlessly, even though that wasn’t how she was feeling.

“Well, I warned you,” Mindy said, shrugging in her more-experienced-than-you manner. She leaned forward and asked, “So, what’s the verdict? Do you get Mark, like you wanted?”

“I’m not sure I want him anymore. Did I tell you that he got offered a job in London?”

“No,” Mindy gasped. “Bloody Hell! Is that what this is about? You were trying to get him to stay?”

“Not exactly. I was trying to get him to like me properly, but you were right about that, too. He’s never going to like me t