it would be helpful.â
âBecause Iâm not sure if I want to.â
I put down my notepad. âThereâs no need to be embarrassed. Trust me, whatever you have to say, Iâm sure Iâve heard worse.â
âI bet you havenât,â she counters, narrowing her eyes at me. I get the sense sheâs challenging me.
I think it over, trying to come up with the most humiliating situation Iâve dealt with in the recent past. âDid he fall in love with a man?â I ask.
âGod, no!â
âAre you leaving him for his brother?â
âNo.â She folds her arms across her chest and gives me a smug smile. âI want to dump him because last week he quit his job to become . . .â She pauses dramatically.
âA garbage collector?â I canât resist. âA male stripper?â
Erin rolls her eyes. âWhen we started dating two years ago, Brady was a successful corporate attorney. Now heâs a high-school English teacher! Apparently, being an English teacher is his lifeâs dream.â
âSo he quit being an attorney to follow his dream?â I ask.
âYes.â
âAnd this bothers you because . . . ?â
âI do not date high-school teachers,â she says matter-of-factly. âI date physicians, lawyers, investment bankers.â
âI see.â
She leans forward and lowers her voice. âIâm not going to waste a pair of tits like theseââshe points to her chest for emphasisââon some goddamned civil servant who makes less than forty grand a year!â
I stare at her, dumbfounded. How do you follow up a statement like that? âItâs certainly your prerogative,â I finally say.
âYes, it is. Now, are you going to Bradyâs poetry workshop tonight?â Erin asks.
I check my schedule and confirm that Iâm freeâkind of sad, considering itâs such short notice. Maybe my mom is right. Maybe I donât get out enough . âIâll pop in, see if I can catch him,â I promise her.
âLightning efficiency.â She smiles. âI like that!â
I turn his photo over in my hands. âHeâs a good-looking guy,â I tell her. With his dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes, Brady is definitely attractive. Iâm surprised sheâs letting him go. âHow old is he?â I ask.
âThirty-one. I spent two years training the idiot, and look what he does.â
âTraining?â
âMen are like blank slates,â Erin continues. âOr dogs. However you prefer it.â
âLetâs go with blank slates.â
âI taught Brady everything he knows about pleasing a woman. I practically drew him a map of the female body, taught him what I like and how I like it.â
This is more information than I need. âDo you want me to give him a kiss-off letter tonight, too?â I ask, changing the subject. âItâs short notice, but we should be able to bang something out.â
âDoes that cost extra?â
âNo, itâs included in the price.â
âFantastic!â Erin rises from her chair. âLet me know how it goes.â
âYou donât want to collaborate with me on what goes in the letter?â
âNo. You can tell Brady whatever you like. I honestly donât care.â
With that, she leaves. Then my phone ringsâitâs Beverly, our receptionist. My 3 p.m. appointment is waiting.
Dear Brady,
Iâm rich, youâre poor. Hereâs the door. Any questions?
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I have to stop goofing around and be serious. But how can I come up with a heartfelt breakup note when Erinâs given me nothing to work with? I mull the situation over and try to reach a decision. I know itâs against everything Your Big Break Inc. stands for, but Iâm going with fluff. I take out a clean piece of paper and write.
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Dear Brady,
This is a difficult letter to write. I