“John, finally!” I call out, stepping through the turnstile. “Are you ready? I’m

about to hop on the subway, on my way to your place. I’ll be there in ten

minutes, max.”

“Abby,” he croaks, and instantly, I know something’s not right. I freeze in my

tracks. The life and vibrancy in his voice are gone, replaced by something that

sounds a lot like misery.

“John? You sound awful. Are you okay?”

He coughs. “I… I was up all night, throwing up. I feel terrible, Abby.” His voice

sounds like a poker being raked over hot coals.

Enter title…

Instantly, the scolding mom in me surfaces. “Oh my God, John, did you drink too

We talked about this—today

a couple drinks

it,” he interrupts, his voice shaky. “I only had one

more. I swear, Abby. It’s

then?” I asked, my heart practically

“I think it’s food poisoning or something. Look, I’m really,

might even have to go to the hospital if

my hand tightening

“Hospital? Are

Do you think I would joke

Especially today?”

through me,

him. He coughs again and clears his throat, and

from the

I murmur, clutching my coffee cup so tight I might crush

it goes without

chef

a whole

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