being a nurse.” I really didn’t want to have this conversation with her again. Was she right? Of course, but I didn’t need to tell her that. She knew it already. I’d become a nurse because my parents wanted me to, convinced me it was the smartest thing to do. It was a source of stability in an unstable town. Even though it wasn’t my life aspiration to be a nurse, I couldn’t be angry with my parents. They’d been looking out for my best interests, and they’d been right. Because of my job, I was able to live comfortably and had even bought my own house last year. I took the pasta from the oven and set it on the counter. “If you promise to drop this, I’ll open that expensive bottle of wine I bought last month.” Michelle grinned. “Deal.” I laughed. It was so easy to distract her with the temptation of a fine wine. While she scooped food onto our plates, I grabbed the bottle of wine and two glasses. I was glad she was here tonight. I really didn’t want to be alone.
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