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mother gently insisted I was chasing a useless cause, I still had faith.  I had faith that someday that boy would climb out from underneath his demons and be my brother once again. 
    “Drive safely,” my friend finally said because she figured there was no use in lecturing me about Macon.  Kendra instead changed the subject and asked if I remembered that I’d promised to create the party favors for Briana’s bridal shower. 
    “Of course,” I said smoothly even though I’d completely forgotten all about it until three seconds ago. 
    Briana was a mutual friend from college, a sweetly naïve girl who dated the same guy for six years until he abruptly dumped her for a Brazilian underwear model he’d met on a business trip to Hawaii.  Despite all the tears, empty wine bottles and impromptu girls’ weekends in Vegas to cheer up devastated Briana, it all turned out to be for the best.  Less than a month after Ass Wipe (as we tenderly dubbed him) broke her heart, Briana met Gavin.  Gavin was great.  Gavin was nice.  Gavin was not selfish like Ass Wipe and he gave spectacular head.  He was a forty-year-old real estate agent with a house in North Scottsdale who worshiped the ground Briana walked on and proposed within a fortnight.   Kendra and I had both been named bridesmaids for the 1920s art deco themed wedding, which was conceived, planned and scheduled to be carried out within six weeks of the day the princess cut diamond landed on Briana’s slender finger.
    Some people, Kendra included, were kind of dubious over how speedily Briana rebounded, and with a man who was fifteen years her senior.  However, I wasn’t one to scoff at true love.  My friend was happy.  She had walked into a fairy tale.  It even gave me hope that someday I might stumble into one too. 
    “So what is it?” Kendra asked. 
    “What is what?”
    “What do the favors look like?  Send me a pic.”
    “Um.”
    “Evie!”
    “I’ll take care of it.  I swear.” 
    “The shower’s two days from now.” 
    “I know.  I suck.  But I’ll make it happen.  Not a word to Briana, okay?  You know how her blood pressure goes up at the first hint of disorder.  Oh god.  Don’t to that.  Don’t sit there and silently disapprove of me.” 
    “I’m not.  I’m sending you a Pinterest board.  It’s filled with ideas that don’t require much assembly.  ”
    “Oh.  Well in that case, thanks.” 
    “Of course.  Again, I’m taking care of food and drinks. Darcy’s seeing to decorations.  I still say we should have booked some place, at least a restaurant, but I couldn’t convince Darcy that I was happy to foot the bill.” 
    “Their apartment will be fine.  It’ll be the last place Briana will expect.”  
    “That’s what I’m afraid of,” Kendra sighed, knowing the nature of our friend’s high maintenance attitudes. 
    She tried a few more times to cajole me into some kind of birthday celebration.  We could go to lunch.  We could go to dinner.  We could go clubbing in Scottsdale and adopt alternative identities belonging to characters from CW Network shows.
    Kendra was a good friend and she meant nothing but love by trying to wheedle me but I just wasn’t up to celebrating.  Everything about today screamed ‘Macon’.   It was our day.  Dupont Twin Day.  It always would be. 
    Once Kendra had reluctantly hung up I decided not to waste any more time moping beneath my quilt.  Once I was out of the shower I grabbed a pair of jeans because there was really no reason to dress up for visiting day at a prison.  But then I changed my mind and selected the kind of power ensemble I would typically wear to the office.  Kendra had been the one to teach me that unequivocal confidence came from dressing for success.  Kendra, as usual, was correct. 
    I cleared my throat and blinked at my reflection, pleased with my appearance.  Since I’d been designed as short, mouse-haired, non-curvy and with a face that