Strawberry Wine, available now at all major online retailers: “Oh God, can I get ringside seats to that? Pleeeeeaaassseee?” Karl begged, sitting on Laura’s bed while she packed up her belongings and explained about Caleb’s plan. “This isn’t funny!” she insisted. The knot in her stomach tightened, and she questioned agreeing to stay at Caleb’s apartment for the hundredth time. “Are you kidding me? You’re telling me that, if my ex-girlfriend wanted me to move in with her, you wouldn’t be laughing your ass off at me?” he countered. “Yes, I would. But this is me, and you’re not allowed to find humor in my crisis,” Laura snapped, smacking Karl with her brown leather jacket. “I hate this job. I swear, after we wrap up this case I’m moving to a farm somewhere and raising goats!” She flopped down on her bed and leaned her head on his shoulder. “God, Karl. What am I gonna do?” “Well, seems to me you’ve got two choices. You can keep carrying around this secret like a cancer when you look him in the eye day after day, or you can finally come clean. I’ve seen what it’s done to you all these years, Laura, and it’ll just be harder having to face him every day. You went to his mom’s house to tell him anyway. Why not now?” Laura covered her mouth with a hand and tried to blink back tears. “Dammit. Goddammit. He’s going to hate me, Karl.” Karl wrapped an arm around her. “I don’t want to pour salt on the wound, hon, but he pretty much already does. You’ve got nothing else to lose.” “I don’t know.” She sniffled. “I kinda got the feeling that lately he might…not hate me so much anymore. Maybe it’s working together or just wishful thinking, but…” “Okay, Laura, look, let’s say he is feeling something for you again. Do you really want to rekindle your romance with this terrible secret between the two of you, or would you rather just come out with it and finally unburden yourself?” She wiped her eyes. “How the hell are you so damn sage after three failed marriages?” He laughed. “Oh, it’s easy to dispense advice when you’re not the one who has to actually follow it—not so easy to hold the mirror up to yourself. But, honey, I wouldn’t trade places with you for all the hookers in Amsterdam.”
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