“You should have told me, but I’ll forgive you if you give me a bite of that. Calories don’t count when they come from someone else’s plate.” “Forgive me for what?” I ask as I hold up a forkful of tiramisu to her mouth. She cleans the fork. “For not telling me,” she says around the dessert. “Telling you . . .?” Marley rolls her eyes. “That you like the lawyer. Heck, you didn’t even tell me that you knew him. Gimme another bite, and I’ll forgive you for that too.”
