“I know you wanted more until you saw my pull-up fall out of my purse,” said Deborah. “I went home and cried.”
“Alison,” he said, “I’m sorry, but aren’t you glad I found out before I asked you, than have me break up with you when I did find out. I do like you as friends and I don’t want to lose that.”
“Well it doesn’t matter, I suppose,” she said. “I met a guy this weekend and he is my boyfriend now.”
“Does he know about…?”
“Yes he knows,” said Deborah, “but he likes me for who I am, not what I wear.”
“Well, I am happy for you,” said Dave. “I am sorry about hurting your feelings.”
“I am happy being friends with you, Dave. You saved my life by lending me the metal detector. I need to go to bed. Class is in the morning.”
“Well goodnight.”
She was already walking away toward the elevators. Soon the terrorist would not invade her dreams and she would wake up dry again.