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"How about tonight?"

"Tonight?"

"He's really cute," Trish said, her voice a plea.

"Tonight is fine," Cindy said, giving in, as Trish squealed with
delight and Meg jumped up and down with girlish excitement.

"When and where?"

"The Pasta Bar? Seven o'clock?"

"I'll meet you there." Cindy flung the phone back into her purse, then
confronted her friend, whose always broad smile now stretched from one
side of her face to the other.

"I can't believe you did that to me."

"Oh, relax. You'll have a wonderful time."

"I haven't had a date in over a year."

"Then it's about time, wouldn't you say?"

"I won't know what to talk about." "Don't worry. You'll think of
something."

"I haven't a clue what to wear."

"Something stylish," Trish said.

"Something sexy," Meg said.

"Oh sure, something stylish and sexy. I haven't had sex in, what...
?"

"Three years," Trish and Meg said in unison.

Cindy laughed.

"You probably told him that, didn't you?"

"Are you kidding? I tell everyone." Trish poured Cindy a full glass
of wine, raised her own glass in a toast.

"To great movies, great wine, and great sex."

Meg took another bite of her apple.