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“Fine. But, are you and Dwight friends now? What’s the relationship like?” I shake my head. “There is no relationship. There’s no nothing. We haven’t talked since I caught him with Lana. I avoid him whenever he’s in town and I’d be happy never to see him again.” “You sound like you’re still mad at him, M’lee.” I sigh heavily. “I’m not mad at him anymore for being a liar and a cheater; I’m furious he stole my endowed Chair!” Dede stands, then steps back from the desk a few feet, bends down and touches her toes, and hangs there. “I’m not so sure it’s not both. Did you notice he wasn’t wearing a ring? I wanted to talk to him, check out his marital status, but I had to search for my missing sister.” She rises slowly and raises her arms over her head in a perfect fifth position oval. “You sound like Mama, Dede. Listen up: I’m not interested in Dwight. I’m not interested in anyone right now.” Although I have tried to make this clear to my mother since Rick moved away, she’s set me up with men she believes would be a suitable replacement, men of a certain economic and social class who don’t panic when they hear about my four year old daughter Ellie and the baby on the way. I’ve told Mama time and again that I’m not ready to date, much less begin anything serious, but she continues to find bachelors all over the Southeast and arranges dates, dinners and parties, none of which have been the least bit enjoyable. “I do not sound like Mama!” Dede pirouettes to the corner of my room, then back, her eyes focused on me as she makes each turn. “I’m not saying you should marry him, for God’s sake. I don’t think you should marry anyone anytime soon. I’ve never believed in marriage. I don’t know if I even believe in love. But it wouldn’t hurt for you to have someone to sleep with every now and then, and he’s still great looking!” She grins lasciviously.
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