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make you feel better?”
    “I don’t know. I kept changing my mind. And then you said you’d want to know the truth.”
    “I was talking to Ellie ! I was watching television! I was eating dinner!”
    “So you didn’t mean it?’
    “For God’s sake. It’s too late now.”
    They sat in silence for a few seconds, and suddenly she wanted to weep like a five-year-old in the playground because Dan was meant to be her friend, her special friend.
    “But, why?” Her voice cracked. “Why did you do it? I don’t understand why you would do that.”
    “It didn’t mean anything. It really didn’t mean anything.” Had his friends told him to say that? “Tell her it didn’t mean anything, mate. That’s all they want to hear.”
    If she were on Med School, one single tear would have been trickling so slowly, so heartbreakingly down her cheek. Instead, she was making strange, wheezy sounds as if she’d been running.
    “Please don’t be upset. Cat. Babe.”
    “Don’t be upset!”
    Dan placed his palm tentatively against her arm. She pushed it violently away. “Don’t you touch me!”
    They looked at each other in horror. Dan’s face was pasty-white. Cat was trembling with the sudden chasm-opening revelation that he must have touched this woman she’d never seen. Properly touched her. He must have kissed her. All the tiny, trivial details of sex.
    “Did you take her bra off?”
    “Cat!”
    “I mean obviously her bra came off. I just want to know if she took it off, or you? Did you reach your hand up her back, while you were kissing and undo it? Have any difficulty? Was it a tricky one? Those tricky ones are bad, aren’t they? Been a while since you’ve had to worry about that. How’d you do? Breathe a sigh of relief once you got it undone?”
    “Please stop it.”
    “I will not stop it.”
    “I took her bra off, O.K.! But it was nothing. I was drunk. It was nothing like with us. It didn’t—”
    “It didn’t mean anything. Yes, I know. What meaningless position did you choose?”
    “Please, Cat.”
    “Did she have an orgasm?”
    “Please don’t.”
    “Oh, darling. Don’t worry. I’m sure she did. Those little techniques of yours are so reliable. I’m sure she was very appreciative.”
    “Cat, I’m begging you to stop.” There was a tremor in his voice.
    She wiped sweat from her forehead. It was too hot.
    She felt ugly. In fact she was ugly. She put her hand to her chin and felt the pimple. Makeup! She needed makeup. She needed makeup, wardrobe, a hair stylist, and an air-conditioned set. Then she’d feel clean, beautiful waves of grief like the stars of Med School.
    She got to her feet and picked up both their plates.
    The back of her throat itched unbearably. Hay fever. Right now, of all times. She put the plates back down on the coffee table and sneezed four times. Each time she closed her eyes to sneeze, an image of a sliding bra strap exploded in her mind.
    Dan went into the kitchen and came back with the box of tissues.
    “Don’t look at me,” she said.
    “What?” He held out the tissues.
    “Just don’t look at me.”
    That was when she picked up one of the plates of spaghetti and threw it straight against the wall.
    To:       Lyn; Cat
From:   Gemma
Subject: Cat
    LYN! WARNING, WARNING! DANGER, DANGER! I just spoke to Cat and she is in a VERY, VERY bad mood. I would not recommend ringing her about minding Maddie for another twenty-four hours at least.
    Love, Gemma
    To:        Gemma
From:   Cat
Subject: ME
    Warning, warning, if you’re going to send e-mails about my bad mood at least make sure I don’t get them. That could really put me in a bad mood.
    To:        Gemma
From:   Lyn
Subject: Cat
    G. Need to be careful about hitting “reply all” instead of “reply to author” on old e-mails. Set up address book!! No doubt Cat v. impressed. Kara minding Maddie so no problem. L.
    To:        Lyn; Cat
From:   Gemma
Subject: Kara
    Dear Lyn,
    I don’t