I considered her. “Do we have to do each other’s hair and stuff like that?” “Sunset pays people to do that. So no.” “Do I have to listen to your man troubles?” “Certainly not.” “So what, then? We choose to spend time together and try to be there for each other?” “Evelyn, have you never had a friend before?” “Of course I’ve had friends before.” “A real one, a close friend? A true friend?” “T have a true friend, thank you very much.” “Who is it?” “Harry Cameron.” “Harry Cameron is your friend?” “He’s my best friend.” “Well, fine,” Celia said, putting out her hand for me to shake. “I will be your second-best friend, next to Harry Cameron.” I took her hand and shook it firmly. “Fine. Tomorrow Ill take you to Schwab’s. And afterward, we can rehearse together.” “Thank you,” she said, and she smiled brightly, as if she’d gotten everything she’d ever wanted in the world. She hugged me, and when we broke away, the man behind the counter was staring at us. I asked for the check. “It’s on the house,” he said, which I thought was the dumbest thing, because if there is anyone that should be getting free food, it isn’t rich people. “Will you tell your husband I loved The Gun at Point Dume?” the man said as Celia and I got up to leave. “What husband?” I said as coyly as possible. Celia laughed, and I flashed her a grin.