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have to have goals, right? I mean, isn’t that how you make dreams happen?”
    “Yeah, that’s true. Maybe he’ll become a famous DJ someday. But enough about him. This is all about you.” I walked to the closet and pulled out the portable home pedicure unit and went to fetch some water to fill it. I plugged it in and Tabby stuck her feet in while it heated up.
    “So…what if Jack does grow up and gets his shit together? And I let him go?”
    “There will be someone better. And let’s not forget how he kept trying to pressure you to have sex.”
    “Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that. See. I’m over-thinking.”
    I smiled at her. “That’s what I’m here for, to help you organize your thoughts.” In that moment, my mind wandered to all the lists I’d made the previous week. And all the lists I’d forgotten to make. Maybe I needed someone to help organize my thoughts.
    I pulled one of Tabby’s feet out and dried it, then began to file her nails.
    “I don’t even know what I want to be when I grow up,” she admitted. “Yet here I am judging Jack.”
    “But you’re going to college. And it’s okay if you don’t know what you want to be yet. No one knows what they want to be until they’ve taken a few classes,” I said.
    “Becky Simmons knows. She’s going to be a lawyer like her father. She even knows what law school she’s going to attend.”
    “Well, good for Becky Simmons. But trust me, she’s the exception, not the rule.” I reached for the basket of nail polish and set it on the chair. “Pick a color.”
    Tabby handed me a bright pink. I carefully painted each toe, making sure the color was even, and as I did there was silence. We had that kind of relationship, where we didn’t need to fill every moment with sound. We could just be. And unlike sisters who fought all the time, we got along well.
    “What about you Sam? You haven’t dated anyone since Brian.”
    I finished the last stroke of clear polish on her pinky toe and looked up. “It’s funny you should mention that, because there’s a guy I’m interested in. I just met him though. He’s the son of one of my patients.”
    Tabby’s mood perked up. “Did he ask you out?”
    “No,” I said. “I only recently found out his name. That’s how little I know about him.”
    “Then how do you know you’re interested? His looks?”
    I smiled. There were things I’d share with my girlfriends, but not with my little sister. “I can’t explain it. I just feel something around him. He makes me nervous, in a good way.”
    Tabby smiled. “Well I hope he asks you out soon.”
    After her toes dried we ate minestrone soup and chatted some more, this time about my experience in college. She asked good questions. I knew then she’d be a great college student. We both started yawning around ten and she said she wanted to go home.
    On the way out I said, “Everything’s going to be fine.” Then I gave her a big hug.
    I fought off my yawns long enough to Google my “dream man,” now that I knew his name. To my surprise, the search turned up a bunch of links.
    I clicked on the first one, an article for Science Daily . Then I scanned until I saw his name. Greg Varo, engineer/inventor/nanontechnologist. He wasn’t just intelligent, he was rocket science smart. And apparently knew how to please me in bed without even being present.
    I bit my lower lip and continued reading. Some of the details were over my head, but I pieced together that he was part of a development team that worked on creating computers small enough that they could be embedded in the human blood stream. A new way to optimize health, it said.
    He wants to save lives. To help people.
    We had something in common.
    For the next hour I clicked links and scanned all the articles for his name, reading everything that what was written about him. He had been quoted in a variety of seemingly important publications on the topic of nanotechnology. And several times he mentioned the