"You called me at two A.M. to ask the obvious?" Crap. She sounds angry.
"Mags, as of now i've been sitting on the beach for the last hour after spending lat night telling Grant's new girlfriend that he's not a nice guy. Am I crazy to try to help her? I mean, I can't just sit back and let another girl get hurt." I spill out in a rush.
"Woah, woah, woah. Slower."
Slowly, I begin to tell Maggie what has happened ove the past few days. She is the only one who knows the extent to which Grant has hurt me. When I finish, I can hear her sigh.
"So she won't listen to you?"
"No, that's the scary part. She listening and I think that she believes me; but she won't leave him."
Maggie is quiet, "Have you told her?"
"Oh, jeez no, Mags. Jess doesn't even know!"
"Ok. Well, here's what Aunt Maggie, the all-knowing, all-powerful healer says: go home; talk to Jess; think about telling this girl. You're not crazy, you just care."
"Maybe too much." I mumble. "Thanks, Mags."
"Sure. Remind me to smack you the next time that I see you, though."
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