There. I told him. Now what? What will he say? I guess I don’t care because I got rid of a lotta weight just telling him.
Craig. Not a word. Stared. A statue lost in time, in space.
Well, that freaked him out. Now what do I do?
Then he spoke, stripped of all his Craig-ness. “Oh, Shelley, I’m so sorry to hear this. I’ve been low, but never that low. Promise me something.”
“What?”
“Tell this story to Jon.”
I waved my arms. “I don’t need to. I’m over it.”
“Shelley, you can’t keep this from the guy you’re s’posed to be spillin’ your guts to.”
I looked at him, weighing what he was telling me.
“Okay—I’ll tell him.”
Right then, I knew two things. If I was gonna succeed with all this, I had to be totally honest with Jon. And I also had a friend. Finally, a real friend.
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Estrella
