Even though Mamie was smiling, Dorothea could tell that finding out someone you truly loved had cheated would always leave a sting. No matter how tough you pretended to be, it still hurt in the end.
They walked side by side to the parking lot. Dorothea hesitated, then said, “Want to grab a drink?”
Mamie’s hand froze on the car door for a second. Then she shrugged. “Yeah, why not.”
Under the soft glow of the streetlights, Mamie drank one glass after another. Dorothea tried to slow her down, but it was no use.
“That jerk. If it wasn’t for him, I never would have come back here. And now he cheats on me.”
She slammed her glass down and glared at the bar. “Dorothea, guess who the other woman is? His secretary! Can you believe that? I don’t even want to imagine how long it’s been going on. And all this just because I said we’d move in together after the wedding. That’s his excuse for cheating? Seriously?”
Dorothea knew exactly how she felt. “Mamie, he’s not worth it. If you want to leave, it’s not too late to just go. Don’t let a guy like that mess up your life.”
Mamie leaned her head to the side, cheeks flushed and eyes a little hazy. “No way. I’m not running. If I leave now, won’t everyone think I’m guilty or something? No, I’m going to call my family. I’m going to tell them everything and expose him.”
Dorothea couldn’t help but laugh. Drunk Mamie was just too cute. Usually she had such a strong, boss-woman vibe. Earlier, she’d handled everything so decisively. Dorothea wasn’t even sure she could be as brave. But seeing Mamie pouty and stubborn, with those rosy cheeks and red lips, Dorothea thought that if she were a man, she might have fallen for Mamie right then and there.
“Come on, there are plenty of good guys out there. If he’s not it, just move on to the next one,” Dorothea coaxed gently.
Mamie threw both arms over the back of the couch and leaned back, looking determined. “You’re right.”
Just then, Dorothea’s phone buzzed in her bag. She picked up. “Hey, Latham. I’ll be home a little late tonight. My friend just got dumped.”
Mamie heard the call and sat up straighter, slurring loudly, “I did not get dumped! I dumped Addison. That jerk can go crawl in a hole!”
Latham was on speaker and paused for a beat. “You two are at a bar?”
“Yeah,” Dorothea replied, catching Mamie as she nearly tipped over. “I’ll talk to you later, okay? Gotta go.”
Latham was left with nothing but silence.
Latham arched an eyebrow, surprised. He’d thought the heartbroken friend was Carmen, not Mamie.
“Sure. Garth will probably be happy to see her.”
Dorothea almost forgot Garth was staying with them.
“Right. Can you carry our bags? I’ll help Mamie.”
It made sense for Dorothea to help, since they were both women.
So they got Mamie back to Dorothea’s place. Garth had just gotten up for a glass of water and nearly dropped it when he saw Mamie standing there.
“Aunt Dorothea, why’s Mamie at our house?”
Latham rolled his eyes a little at Garth’s excitement. What did he mean, “our house”? It was him and Dorothea’s place, not Garth’s.

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