Back at her house, Cynthia pours me a tall glass of wine. I’ve already explained Miles and my entire encounter twice, but still she asks me, incredulously, “You told him no?”
“Of course I did. I don’t need to tell you again how much of a bad idea it is for me to be spending any more time with Miles than absolutely necessary.”
“Actually… yeah. You do need to tell me again. Because from where I’m sitting, you are absolutely out of your mind for not going along with his proposal.”
Cynthia pours an equally tall glass of wine for herself. After returning the opened bottle to the fridge, she plucks the two glasses off of the counter and joins me on the couch. She hands me my glass.
“Miles Hamilton is the solution to all of your problems, Esther,” Cynthia says. “I can’t believe you don’t see
