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toast about, though?” I look between Alex and Grace.
    “I know, huh? I just wish Roger would walk up to me one day, take me by the arms and press me into a wall as he says: ‘ Alex, I have adored you since my eyes fell on you. Be mine .’ Is that such a horrible dream? That can’t be too great of an expectation.”
    Grace grins. “No. I’ve the same dream about Chris Hemsworth all the time. I love him so much and if stalking weren't illegal, he'd find me in his bed daily, ready for action. After all we’re both actors. That’s a lot more I’ve got in common than most of his groupies.”
    “Chris can't be your boyfriend.” I frown at Grace. “We’ve been in a dedicated, monogamous relationship in my head for years. Chris is mine!”
    Alex nudges my arm and leans in with a smile. A very different expression to what she was wearing a minute ago. “I had a dream today with him as my new lover in his Thor outfit from the last movie. The one that leaves nothing much to the imagination. When a student woke me up mid dream, I almost cried.” Alex releases a laboured sigh and drops her swinging head. “And he was doing so well.”
    Crossing her arms, Grace narrows her eyes at Alex. “Weren’t you just pining over Roger Saville? Although I’m still trying to work out your attraction to an almost fit, underpaid, smartass math teacher. That you can’t publicly date at the school! Can’t you stick to one dude?”
    “What?” Alex shrugs. “A girl has to have options.”
    “And those options include Roger? Roger? How stupid to think I trained you better.”
    After a couple hours and an almost accident with Grace confusing the location of the toilet with the clothes hamper, we decide to abandon the meeting for good sense. We then pop aspirin as work is still an obligation come morning.
    I relax when Alex and Grace part ways. Grace managed to keep her mouth shut about my plan on hiring someone to stand by me on Saturday, but that wasn’t accomplished without effort. Four times throughout the night I had to stare down Grace into submission. Each time she reluctantly swallowed the words searching for release.
    I understand her hesitations as we rarely keep secrets in our friendship. The only secret that Grace kept was about five weeks after we met in college when she had a pregnancy scare. That and her repeated dalliances with ‘Sir Drink and Strip.’ But that’s mostly to keep Alex sane.
    This time, however, I just want to stay clear of the verbal lashing I’m sure will come from Alex.
    Delay is more accurate as once Alex finds out, that lecture becomes inevitable.
    Alex needs not knowing about the plan. It will be quick and easy. Much like Patricia. Once Saturday is over, I’ll be okay. Grace can then blab to Alex all she wants. The goal will be accomplished by then. Alex can tell me tell me how immature I am after the fact. I don’t care. Much.
    I can’t have Alex finding out what I’m plotting. She’ll seek ways to undermine and subvert my efforts, probably citing it an early mid-life crisis. My plan for the reunion can’t be hindered by any added uncertainties. I already have enough surfacing minutely. I can’t handle hers and mine.
    Besides, I have two dates tomorrow. That’s two more than I’ve had in seven months, or is it eight? I’ve lost track of the time I wasted on that bastard Peter. Been with that crap of a man for almost a year and spent two months going on almost nightly dates. Those then tapered off to three times weekly, then two, one, once in a while, then none.
    That’s what I accepted from a relationship? I must represent the classic definition and fleshly embodiment of an idiot now that I look at it.
    But it’s time for me to get back in the groove. Stella did. And I prefer that being very literal after Saturday.
    After this fiasco is over, the search for a brand new horsey to ride must begin.

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    Three Portions of Luck?
    I look up to the restaurant’s banner on Tuesday