“Okay, out with it,” Amanda pushed.
“I may have only known you for a little while, but I know you well enough to
realize something is definitely wrong.”
“Fine.” Clarissa bit the word off
and was silent for a moment. “It’s this Dr. Norman,” she started.
“I knew it! I knew it was a man
problem,” Amanda said. The look Clarissa shot at her had her shutting up
instantly. She mimed zipping her mouth shut and tossing the key over her
shoulder.
“I want him,” Clarissa said. Amanda
squeaked a little, but she kept it together while encouraging Clarissa to
continue. “I want him for something I’ve been mulling around for awhile. I need
a good pediatric oncologist, and he’s the best in California.”
“And what does he look like?” Amanda
cowered, grinning, but Clarissa just rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m in love,
and I just want everyone to be in love with me!” They looked at each other and
laughed.
“Okay, that came out wrong,” Amanda
joked. “But seriously, Rissa, is he a Dr. McDreamy?”
“Sure, I guess, if you’re into Harvard
grads who come with egos as big as their list of accomplishments, eyes like the
melted chocolate and brown hair that makes you want to grab it and sink your
fingers into it while you decide whether to kiss him or slap him,” Clarissa
said breathlessly.
“Whoa, girl,” Amanda said, turning
to face her friend. “This sounds serious—I vote for the kiss!”
“I went with the slap,” Clarissa
said.
