I stand in front of the mirror, squinting my eyes as I stick a few more pins into my up-do, which, by the way, has taken me a half hour to put together.
Only a couple weeks ago, I stood in the same place with Rhea.
Then, she was helping me get ready for a party so I can drink away the emotional and spiritual repercussions of my breakup with Harlan.
Now, the circumstances are much happier. I am accompanying her to a gala, where she will be receiving a much deserved grant for research which will launch her career, I’m sure. And though the sadness isn't necessarily any less intense than it was the last time I was standing there getting primped and primed with Rhea, since then, I have learned to tuck it away much more effectively.
"Well? How'd I do?" She is beaming from ear to ear.
I can'
