Stella I'm playing with the paper of my straw wrapper as I wait for Nick to meet me at The Café. Miracle of all miracles we've made time for one another, just like we said we would. A week later than originally planned, but better late than never. He's running late, which isn't unusual for when we meet each other like this. He knows I'll wait, and I know I'll be waiting. It's our own little thing. Leigh comes over to the booth I'm sitting in, and I can't help but notice how Ransom has her smile. “Hey Stella, how's it going?" “Not bad," I answer, nervously rubbing on the pearl studs in my ears. For some reason, I think this woman should be able to tell I've been sleeping with her son. “Just been busy. I'm going back to school," I announce to her, an edge of excitement in my voice. There