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anyone? It’s important that we know.”<br />
Oh God! Why didn’t we get a story straight? How Dell found the booklet, and how she<br />
stored it in her work locker until its rightful owner was found? Because I never thought<br />
there’d be an interrogation, that’s why. Just a grateful owner making a beeline out of<br />
the restaurant, never to be seen again. Now this Matilda woman had my guts in a vise<br />
grip.<br />
“She’s super busy right now, but why don’t I go back there and ask her?”<br />
“Oh, I don’t mind asking her myself,” she said, rising from the table. “I’ll just go poke<br />
my head in the back—”<br />
“Wait!”<br />
Matilda slowly sat back down, her eyes homing in on me.<br />
“I found the journal.”<br />
Matilda’s face relaxed a little, but she made no reply. She just clasped her hands on the<br />
table and leaned in a little closer.<br />
I looked around the empty Café and continued. “I’m sorry I lied. I just, I read a little<br />
bit of it—but only to nd a name, some sort of contact information. But I swear, you<br />
can tell Pauline I stopped after a page … or two. And, well, I was … embarrassed, I<br />
guess. I didn’t want her to be any more uncomfortable than she already seemed. So I<br />
lied. I’m sorry. I feel like such an idiot.”<br />
“Don’t feel bad. On Pauline’s behalf, I thank you for returning the book to her. Our<br />
only request is that you say nothing about what you read, to anyone. Absolutely<br />
nothing. Can I trust you to do that?”<br />
“Of course. I would never. You have nothing to worry about.”<br />
“Cassie, you don’t understand how important this is. You must keep this secret.”<br />
Matilda pulled a twenty from her wallet. “Here’s for lunch. Keep the change.”<br />
“Thank you,” I said.<br />
Then she proered a card with her name on it. “If you have any questions about what<br />
you read in that book, I urge you to call me. I mean it. Otherwise I won’t be back here.<br />
Nor will Pauline. This is how to reach me. Day or night.”<br />
“Oh. Okay,” I said, holding the card cautiously as if it were radioactive. Matilda<br />
Greene, and her phone number. On the back was an acronym, S.E.C.R.E.T., and three<br />
sentences: No Judgments. No Limits. No Shame. “Are you, like, a therapist or something?”<br />
“You could say that. I work with women who reach a crossroads in life. Usually<br />
midlife, but not always.”<br />
“Like a life coach?”<br />
“Kind of. More like a guide.”<br />
“Do you work with Pauline?”<br />
“I don’t talk about my clients.”<br />
“I could probably use some guidance.” Had I said that out loud? “But I can’t aord it.”<br />
Yes, I had.<br />
“Well, this might surprise you, but you can aord what I charge because I work for<br />
free. The catch is I get to choose my clients.”<br />
“What do those letters stand for?”