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by Margaret Chatwin.
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She’d known her for . . . well, forever. As far back as she could remember Kate had been a part of her life.
Kate had been there, feeling the same apprehension, the day she’d reluctantly let go of Mommy’s hand and entered the school building for the first time. Kate had been there, just as fired up, when in middle school, she hadn’t gotten invited to the big party. Kate had been there, squealing excitedly, the day she’d gotten asked to prom. She’d walked down the aisle right beside her. Held her hand at the birth of her children. Cried endlessly with her when Daddy passed. Went with her to drop each of the kids off at college. And she’d also waded through the hatred, bitterness, and pain of the awful divorce with her.
Kate had been with her through the darkest of nights, and the brightest of days. She’d been with her every step of the way. Every single step.
Now she stood in front of Kate, once again. Eye to eye. Face to face. “I’ve been alone for five years now.”
“Five long and lonely years.”
“It’s been an incredibly rough time, that’s for sure,” Kate agreed.
“Brad, from work, asked me out.”
“And you’re considering it?”
“Are you sure you can trust him?” Kate wondered.
“I think so. I mean, I don’t know him super well, but I’ve worked across from him for two years. so at least I know he can hold a job and is reliable. He seems nice. He makes me laugh. And he’s really good looking.”
“But looks aren’t everything. If they were you’d still be married to Lane.”
“True,” she glanced down at her hand where her wedding ring used to be, then back up quickly into Kate’s pretty brown eyes. “I want to go on the date. I think I’m finally ready. I’m actually kind of excited.”
“Okay, well, what are you going to wear?”
“Maybe that green dress.”
“No. That shows off the flab on your arms.”
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She's had it rough, real rough, but she thinks she's finally ready to date again. Now she has to let Kate know.