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Coco Interlude III
The apartment was clean and tidy and very tastefully
decorated. Eve emerged from the bedroom and placed the
phone back in its cradle. Greg lay on the couch and
watched her carefully.
"Shit!" she said.
"What's the matter?"
"The magazine agreed to do the photo shoot."
"That's great."
"No."
This made no sense to him. "No? Why no?"
"Greg, I have to be there at 5am. I need to
get up at 3am. We can't go to Teri and Oliver's dinner
party tonight. I need sleep."
"Ah."
"What shall we tell them?"
"The truth?" he suggested.
"Oh, we can't. They're our friends. We can't
tell them they aren't as important as money."
"It isn't a question of money. It's your career."
He thought for a moment. " We could tell them you're
ill."
"They'd see through that."
"C'mon. Teri couldn't see through an open window!"
"Hey! She's the sweetest person we know!"
"Eve, she's the sweetest and the kindest and
the most generous. I know. But face it, she's dumb."
Eve went silent for a moment, trying to decide what
to do. "You go. I'll get an early night. There's
no reason for you to stay here."
"Forget it. If you're not going, I'm not."
"How about a domestic crisis? Flooded kitchen,
that kind of thing?"
She thought for a moment. "No, you're right.
Tell them I'm not feeling well. Teri will think she
can guess what it is."
"You sure?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"OK, I'll call them in a minute. Come here
first."
He took her in his arms and gave her a long hug.
"Congratulations," he whispered.
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