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Andrea smiles—everyone thinks their lover is the best person in the world. But the way Rebecca talks about her boyfriend is especially sweet. As she sketches, her mind wanders and she thinks of Lance. With a pang, she realizes she used to talk about him the way Rebecca is talking about her boyfriend. “Andrea, are you doing anything tonight?” Rebecca asks, breaking the silence. “I’m not sure yet,” she answers. “Can I take you out for dinner?” Rebecca asks. “That’s generous of you,” she says, trying to keep her answer vaguely. Rebecca blushes and Andrea feels guilty. Under normal circumstances, she’d love to have dinner with Rebecca, but she was hoping to have dinner with Emily. She still wants to meet Emily’s father and ask him questions about her mother. “I’m sorry, am I being to