“How did it go?” Mindy asked Christina when she stepped into their apartment very late that night.

“Badly,” Christina said as she dropped her keys, bag and shoes in the entryway. She came into the living room and threw herself into Mindy’s recliner. “I hate everyone,” Christina said expressionlessly, even though that wasn’t how she was feeling.

“Well, I warned you,” Mindy said, shrugging in her more-experienced-than-you manner. She leaned forward and asked, “So, what’s the verdict? Do you get Mark, like you wanted?”

“I’m not sure I want him anymore. Did I tell you that he got offered a job in London?”

“No,” Mindy gasped. “Bloody Hell! Is that...