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Can't stop thinking about that reporter.

He wasn't charming the first time I met him. Surprising how people can change.

Yes, it is, isn't it? And how we ourselves change.

Oh, yes. Scary, even. Some days I hardly recognize myself.

Very scary. And yes. I know exactly what you mean.

But you've grown up. For the better, I think.

I'd like to think so. I hope so. A lot of things still don't really make sense to me though.

Like what?

Your son tops that list.

Oh, dear. What's he done?

No, nothing. He hasn't done anything, Mrs. K. I think...I may be the problem in this situation.

You? Why? What's going on?

I kind of like him.

...

Really?

You won't say anything, right?

Of course not, Lois. I won't say a word. I'm just...surprised, to say the least.

I know. Believe me, I didn't see it coming.

You don't sound too happy about it.

He's not interested. It's just...one of those things I have to deal with.

He's not interested? You've got to be kidding me. Are you sure?

Trust me. We've looped around certainty about three dozen times and added in a sprinkle of 'never going to happen.'

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.

It's okay. Just one of those things, right?

Well, I don't know if I really know what that phrase means. But I guess it is something you just need to...work through, unfortunately.

And I will. I'll be fine.

Please don't hesitate to call me if you ever need to talk. I promise to lend you a completely unbiased ear.

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