You Are Mine
she said earnestly.
I heard real worry in her voice and it made me smile realizing how similar we were.
"Do you remember Charles, my ex-boyfriend?" I asked.
"Yes, the weatherman. God, he was so dull he made accounting look good. I was never happier for you than I was when you said you finally dumped the little weasel."
"Well," I said hesitantly, "That wasn't really true, you see, I had a stash of books under my bed."
"OK?" she said slowly.