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The night Teddy Phillips got dumped, she had expected to get engaged.
Someone had to make the shadows cozy; even shadows could use a diffuser or a comfy knit blanket.
“It’s not like it’s some secret that you don’t know what you want, Teddy. That’s kind of the difference between you and me, isn’t it? I’ve always wanted to do something big, be a doctor, help people. And you . . . well, you’ve always had a smaller life. I guess we should’ve known it wouldn’t work forever.”
“You know how many times I’ve started my life completely over? This is the fun part, sweetie. This is the part where you get to decide what’s next, so it’s up to you: what are you going to do now?”
“David the Gnome,” Everett said without hesitation, and Gretel pulled out a notebook and scribbled something down. “Is that really going in your graphic novel?” Everett asked. “An old cartoon we used to watch?” “Perhaps,” Gretel said with a sigh.
Sometimes it helps to think back to what made us happy when we were young, before we met people who told us our dreams were silly or unrealistic. What lit up your heart when you were a kid? Maybe that’s your thing.
Well, she’d been mentally composing an email to Everett St. James, which wasn’t something she could explain to Josie right now. Not without a lot of backstory, anyway. Josie patted her on the shoulder. “Scares the customers, you know. The muttering.” Teddy smiled. “Right.”
Teddy had bristled. She loved the way Eleanor dressed, all bright colors and printed tights. She wished she had the courage to dress like that, instead of in the basic dark skinny jeans and sweaters she usually wore. And she loved Kirsten’s art.

