Joe turned his head and looked at her. “I mean, how much did you care for him before he, uh, started dating?”
His question took Meg by surprise. “How much did I care? I don’t know. I guess…some. I cared enough to stay with him for a year. Is that an answer?”
“Yeah. A year is a long time. So, what if he hadn’t cheated on you and had asked you to marry him tonight? Would you have said yes?”
The man could come up with some probing questions. “Again, I don’t know. I guess I’d have told him I needed to think about it.”
Joe nodded. “You’d have to think about it—after a year of being exclusive?”
Meg was about to say yes, but her next thought caught her up short. “Oh my God, I see what you’re getting at. If I had to think about my answer, then it was probably always no, right?”
“Most likely.”
“Well, what do you know—I didn’t love him and was wasting my time. Joe, I owe you a big, fat thank-you for that insight.”
“No big deal. I’ll send you my bill. Still, Carl’s a fool for cheating on you.”
“You’re sweet to say so. Besides, it was all so unnecessary. All he had to do was tell me he didn’t want me around. How hard is that?”
Joe looked suddenly uncomfortable. “Sometimes it can be really hard, if you have any kind of a conscience, and if you suspect the other person cares for you a lot more than you do for her.”
Her? He was no longer talking about her and Carl, Meg realized. “So, Joe. You sound like you know how that feels.”
He exhaled roughly. “I do. Meg, I think I should tell you something. There’s…Well, I have a…Okay, her name’s Linda.”
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