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“Um, I won’t be here,” I tell her, “Can I come to you? Closer to the afternoon.”
“Okay.”
“The only thing is, I’m going to need you to promise not to breathe a wordof whatever you see or hear when I see you. Can you promise me that?”
“Of course. Girl, you know I’m not Cassandra. Have I ever shared any secret you ever told me over the years?”
“You’re right. You haven’t. This is a little different though.”
“You have my word. I’m a vault. Plus, the shit going down in my life needs to stay on the QT as well. It’s fucking awful. Like always,I can only trust you with it.”
“Okay. Give me a few hours.”
“But you’re sure it’s today, right?”
“Definitely,” I say, my voice heavy. “My plans might be in flux from one hour to the next, but I’ll be there.”
“Thanks, chica. See you then,” she tells me, ending the call.
