My Love, Your Afterthought

One day, I stood in line outside the fondue place for six hours.

My boyfriend, Daryl McCabe, called. "Brooke wants Cajun food. Come meet us."

Brooke Jennings was my best friend, and Daryl's ex-girlfriend.

This was the thirty-fifth time Daryl had blown up our plans for her.

He'd been talking about this fondue place for a month, but we could never get in, there were always too many people waiting. So I'd taken the day off and stood in line for six hours just to get us a table.

Every ten minutes, I'd texted Daryl an update on how close we were to being called.