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  Instead of a uniformed driver with a sign waiting for me when 
  I exited customs; I found my parents; looking immensely 
  pleased to see me。 We hugged; and after they got over the 
  initial shock of what I was wearing (skintight; very faded D&G 
  jeans with spike…heeled pumps and a pletely sheer 
  shirt—hey; it was listed in category; miscellaneous; 
  subcategory; to and from airport; and it was by far the most 
  plane…appropriate thing they’d packed for me); they gave me 
  very good news: Lily was awake and alert。 We went straight to 
  the hospital; where Lily herself even managed to give me 
  attitude about my outfit as soon as I walked in。

  Of course; there was the legal problem for her to contend 
  with; she had; after all; been speeding the wrong way down a 
  one…way street in a drunken stupor。 But since no one else was 
  seriously hurt; the judge had shown tremendous leniency and; 
  although she’d always have a DWI on her record; she’d been 
  sentenced to only mandatory alcohol counseling and what seemed 
  like three decades’ worth of munity service。 We hadn’t 
  talked a lot about it—she still wasn’t cool with admitting out 
  loud that she had a problem—but I’d driven her to her first 
  group session in the East Village and she’d admitted that it 
  wasn’t “too touchy…feely” when she came out。 “Freakin’ 
  annoying” was how she put it; but when I raised my eyebrows 
  and gave her a specialty withering look—à la Emily—she 
  conceded that there were some cute guys there; and it wouldn’t 
  kill her to date someone sober for once。 Fair enough。 My 
  parents had convinced her to e clean to the dean at 
  Columbia; which sounded like a nightmare at the time but ended 
  up being a good move。 He not only agreed to let Lily withdraw 
  without failing in the middle of the semester; but signed the 
  approval for the bursar’s office saying that she could just 
  reapply for her tuition next spring。

  Lily’s life and our friendship seemed to be back on track。 Not 
  so with Alex。 He’d been sitting by her side at the hospital 
  when we arrived; and the minute I saw him I found myself 
  wishing my parents hadn’t diplomatically decided to wait in 
  the cafeteria。 There was an awkward hello and a lot of fussing 
  over Lily; but when he’d shrugged on his jacket a half hour 
  later and waved good…bye; we hadn’t said a real word to each 
  other。 I called him when I got Home; but he let it go to voice 
  mail。 I called a few times more and hung up; stalker…style; 
  and tried one last time before I went to bed。 He answered but 
  sounded wary。

  “Hi!” I said; trying to sound adorable and well adjusted。

  “Hey。” He clearly wasn’t into my adorableness。

  “Listen; I know she’s your friend; too; and that you would’ve 
  done that for anyone; but I can’t thank you enough for 
  everything you did for Lily。 Tracking me down; helping my 
  parents; sitting with her for hours on end。 Really。”

  “No problem。 It’s what anyone would do when someone they know 
  is hurt。 No big deal。” Implied in this; of course; was that 
  anyone would do it except someone who happens to be 
  phenomenally self…centered with whacked…out priorities; like 
  yours truly。

  “Alex; please; can we just talk like—”

  “No。 We really can’t talk about anything right now。 I’ve been 
  around for the last year waiting to talk to you—begging; 
  sometimes—and you haven’t been all that interested。 Somewhere 
  in that year; I lost the Andy I fell in love with。 I’m not 
  sure how; I’m not exactly sure when it happened; but you are 
  definitely not the same person you were before this job。 My 
  Andy would have never even entertained the idea of choosing a 
  fashion show or a party or whatever over being there for a 
  friend who really; really needed her。 Like;really needed her。 
  Now; I’m glad you decided to e Home—that you know it was 
  the right thing to do—but now I need some time to figure out 
  what’s going on with me; and with you; and with us。 This isn’t 
  new; Andy; not to me。 It’s been happening for a long; long 
  time—you’ve just been too busy to notice。”

  “Alex; you haven’t given me a single second to sit down; face 
  to face; and try to explain to you what’s been going on。 Maybe 
  you’re right; maybe I am a pletely different person。 But I 
  don’t think so—and even if I’ve changed; I don’t think it’sall 
  been for the worse。 Have we really grown apart that much?”

  Even more than Lily; he was my best friend; of that I was 
  certain; but he hadn’t been my boyfriend for many; many 
  months。 I realized that he was right: it was time I told him 
  so。

  I took a deep breath and said what I knew was the right thing; 
  even though it didn’t feel so great then。 “You’re right。”

  “I am? You agree?”

  “Yes。 I’ve been really selfish and unfair to you。”

  “So what now?” he asked; sounding resigned but not 
  heartbroken。

  “I don’t know。 What now? Do we just stop talking? Stop seeing 
  each other? I have no idea how this is supposed to work。 But I 
  want you to be a part of my life; and I can’t imagine not 
  being a part of yours。”

  “Me neither。 But I’m not sure we’re going to be able to do 
  that for a long; long time。 We weren’t friends before we 
  started dating; and it seems impossible to imagine just being 
  friends now。 But who knows? Maybe once we’ve both had a lot of 
  time to figure things out 。 。 。”

  I hung up the phone that first night back and cried; not just 
  for Alex but for everything that had changed and shifted 
  during the past year。 I’d strolled into Elias…Clark a 
  clueless; poorly dressed little girl; and I’d staggered out a 
  slightly weathered; poorly dressed semigrown…up (albeit one 
  who now realized just how poorly dressed she was)。 But in the 
  interim; I’d experienced enough to fill a hundred 
  just…out…of…college jobs。 And even though my résumé now 
  sported a scarlet “F;” even though my boyfriend had called it 
  quits; even though I’d left with nothing more concrete than a 
  suitcase (well; OK; four Louis Vuitton suitcases) full of 
  fabulous designer clothes—maybe it had been worth it?

  I turned off the ringer and pulled an old notebook from my 
  bottom desk drawer and began to write。

  My father had already escaped to his office and my mother was 
  on her way to the garage when I made it downstairs。

  “Morning; honey。 Didn’t know you were awake! I’m running out。 
  I have a student at nine。 Jill’s flight is at noon; so you 
  should probably leave sooner than later since there will be 
  rush…hour traffic。 I’ll have my cell on if anything goes 
  wrong。 Oh; will you and Lily be Home for dinner tonight?”

  “I’m really not sure。 I just woke up and haven’t yet had a cup 
  of Coffee。 Do you think I could decide on dinner in a little 
  while?”

  But she hadn’t even stuck around to listen to my snotty 
  response—she was halfway out the door by the time I opened my 
  mouth。 Lily; Jill; Kyle; and the baby were sitting around the 
  kitchen table in silence; reading different sections of 
  theTimes 。 There was a plate of wet…looking; wholly 
  unappetizing waffles in the middle; with a bottle of Aunt 
  Jemima and a tub of butter straight from the fridge。 The only 
  thing anyone appeared to be touching was the Coffee; which my 
  father had picked up on his morning run to Dunkin Donuts—a 
  tradition stemming from his understandable unwillingness to 
  ingest anything my mother had made herself。 I forked a waffle 
  onto a paper plate and went to cut it; but it immediately 
  collapsed into a soggy pile of dough。

  “This is inedible。 Did Dad pick up any donuts today?”

  “Yeah; he hid them in the closet outside his office;” Kyle 
  dr

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