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it's the perfect moment if you were looking for a discussion of the mental well-being of
Jack's relatives."
Jack looked up thoughtfully at Dawson. "So tell me about California. How's everything
out there these days?"
This was the question he'd been dreading. "It's all right. It's not, you know, necessarily
everything I was hoping for, but then, I guess nothing ever is."
"How about the dating game. Are you seeing anybody?" Pete picked up a frosting rose
and popped it in his mouth.
Dawson squirmed and started to run his fingers over the rough surface of the table. "Not
right now. I was in some kind of romantic suspended animation, and by the time I came
to, I had apparently become such an insufferable drag that I didn't think there was much
point in pursuing anyone." He paused, frowned, and went on. "I met this girl at a party,
actually, and she pretty much wrestled me to the ground and rubbed my nose in the dirt -
- figuratively speaking -- and I haven't really been able to stand up straight ever since."
Dawson took a sip of lemonade from his cup. "One of these days, I suppose something
better is bound to come along."
"You should meet my sister. She's coming to the party tomorrow night. You'd like her."
Pete looked over at Jack. "Don't you think he'd like her?"
Jack's eyes widened. "Oh, I don't know. I'm not sure if she's the kind of person I'd
necessarily recommend for a guy who's feeling gun-shy. You know how she is."
"How's that?" Dawson asked.
Jack looked at Pete, then back to Dawson. "Oh, you know, I didn't mean anything by it,
it's just that she's sort of . . . you know, aggressive, personally. But nice, though. And
cute."
Pete resumed his efforts to make the case. "She's very cute. She's very nice, she's
very cute, she's very smart, and she's very much in town. She goes to school out in
California, too, actually, so the two of you have something in common. Come on, now,
how bad can it really be?"
Dawson frowned. "Probably worse than you think, considering my recent luck."
Suddenly, he had a thought. "Just so I feel absolutely confident that I'm not going to run
into some sitcom-style misunderstanding or some coincidence of epic proportions, tell
me your sister's name."
"Her name is Rebecca," Pete said, gesturing for Jack to take the last bite of cake. "R-E-
B-E-C-C-A."
"And she doesn't have any pet names, pen names, nicknames, alternate names . . . "
"No. 'Rebecca' is pretty much it."