Dating Can Be Deadly. Wendy Roberts, LCSW

finds out he’ll have a fit but Inky is such a cute little furball.”

      “Inky, huh? You’re keeping him,” Lara pointed out.

      “Yep,” Jenny added. “If you’ve named him, you’re definitely keeping him.”

      I decided they were right. I did want to keep Inky. I guess that meant a trip to the store for a litter box and cat toys.

      “I wish we could have a cat.” Lara sighed. “But I’m allergic.”

      “What about Lucien?” Jenny prompted. “Are you going to call him?”

      “What for?”

      “You need to at least thank him for the gift.”

      “Oh. Yeah, I guess I should.” I downed the rest of my coffee.

      “And he’ll probably ask you out again,” Jenny added. She leaned forward to talk to Lara. “You should see this guy, tall, dark and yummy from head to toe.”

      “You must be giving off some kind of sex vibrations,” Lara said to me, obviously impressed. “Two interested men in one weekend. That must be some kind of record.”

      “Hell, two in one year would be a record,” I agreed.

      “By the way,” Jenny began around a mouthful of bagel. “I talked to Doug last night and convinced him to let you have your car if you can come up with half the cash.”

      “That’s great news!” I beamed. “Payday’s tomorrow, right? I could pay him half as soon as I cash my check!”

      “Yeah, but you gotta promise to pay him the other half by mid-November. He won’t carry you longer than a month.”

      “With the extra cash I’m making at the Megaplex it won’t be a problem.”

      “Just make sure you don’t quit without giving proper notice once you earn your car repair cash,” Lara warned. “Harold’ll kill me if you’re a no-show one night.”