If he had been my lover, husband, boyfriend, my stupid crying had some basis, but Teddie was a friend.
We’d never been physical.
That he would find a girlfriend shouldn’t be a shocker. That she was beautiful was, to an extent, because Teddie wasn’t all that handsome.
I liked the way he looked, but beautiful women who can get beautiful men…?
I lay on the sofa guessing that I’d seen Teddie for the last time.
In a way, I had.