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cozy living room. “At
least I have a condo.”
    “Shut up,” Kaylie snapped. “It’s the same as
my apartment, but you have a big-ass mortgage.”
    “And no bitchy roommates. I have to meet
Michelle tomorrow morning.” Danica had been mentoring ninth grader
Michelle Parce for the past six months through the Big Sister
program. When she’d first moved back to Allure, she’d toyed with
the idea of opening a recreational youth center, someplace safe
where teens could gather and hang out without the constant barrage
of commercialization like a mall. She’d even thrown around the idea
of having free social services for teens—not exactly therapy, but
an ear for listening. A sounding board. Instead, she’d fallen prey
to her parents’ pressure of becoming a therapist and following the
conventional route, and her dreams had fallen further and further
away.  Spending time with Michelle recently had rekindled her
thoughts. Michelle’s mother, Nancy, was a recovering alcoholic, and
Michelle lived with her grandmother. “I can’t show up with a
hangover.”
    “Whatever. Then don’t drink too much. You’d
better be here in fifteen minutes or I’m sending in the troops.
We’re at Bar None.” Kaylie hung up the phone.
    Danica rued the idea of getting dressed and
going to a loud bar after a long week of emotionally draining
clients, but sending in the troops meant all the girls would show
up on her doorstep and there’d be no getting rid of them. They’d
camp out until Sunday night. She forced herself off of her
comfortable perch and headed upstairs.
     
    Danica stepped out of the shower and wrapped
a fluffy white towel around her body. She cleared the steam from
the mirror and inspected her nose, which was no longer red. She
squinted her eyes, scrunched her mouth, moved her lips from side to
side. She puckered, as if to kiss someone, and felt a slight
painful tug on the sides of her nose. Not that kissing was even a
remote possibility with her severe lack of a social life. Well,
then, guess I’ll be pain free tonight .
    She thought of the last time she’d even tried
to look sexy—ages ago. The image of Adonis’s muscular chest and
thick hair came back to her, sending a shiver up her spine. She’d
liked the way her body tingled when he’d spoken with a voice so
sexy it practically caressed her. She thought of the way his jeans
stretched tight over his thighs and that too-tight shirt. What did
his shirt say? Rossington? Rossignol? Was that a band? Should she
know? Was her sister right? Had she holed herself up so much that
she was missing out on life? Maybe tonight she’d sex it up a bit.
Maybe tonight she’d just play with letting herself be open to
seeing men the way Kaylie and Belinda did.
    She used the diffuser to dry her hair,
silently praying for a sexy outcome. She flipped her head upside
down and held the dryer like a gun, shooting hot air through her
thick mass of hair. Please don’t frizz . With one swift flip
of her head, her hair fell like a long, wild Afro around her head.
Tiny ringlets sprang out in every direction. She groaned and threw
the dryer onto the counter. Hopeless . She headed out of the
bathroom.
    Danica stood in her closet, staring at the
black, silk, knee-length dress she’d worn to her friend’s
engagement party last year, then groaned. There was no way her
extra ten pounds would fit into it. She’d been working so hard that
she never even exercised anymore. Danica’s closet was separated by
style and weight. She passed the slinky, skinny section, which she
fit into only under complete duress, when her body was so stressed
that she couldn’t eat—like when her mother visited. After Danica
and Kaylie had graduated from college, their mother had moved to a
small house just outside of the town limits—away from the memories
of her failed marriage. With Danica’s busy schedule, she didn’t see
her mother very often, and sometimes she wondered if her mother was
lonely.