"Aw, come on, stop it you two!" Heather said, throwing her pillow at my wonderful boyfriend, Richard and I, who were kissing on the couch.

"Don't mind us, Heather. Unless, of course, you want to join in," Richard said. I laughed and hit him. "What?" he asked and leaned in for another kiss.

"Ugh! I'm leaving," Heather said getting up from her seat on the floor.

"No, don't go Heather," I said getting up. Richard gave me his abandoned look, but I missed it.

"It's okay, I have an audition soon anyway," Heather said. "The producers who did Hot Cocoa want me to audition for a play by the same author. A Day In the Life Of… is the title. It sounds good,"

"They called you?" I asked.

"Well, their secretaries did, yes. When is your audition for it?" Heather asked me as she put on her coat.

"I didn't get a call," I said feeling left out of my friend's life.

"You didn't? Well grab your coat," Heather said.

"Why?" I asked puzzled as she hand me my coat.

"Well, obviously you're coming to audition with me," Heather said like a good friend should.

"But I didn't get called, I haven't arranged an audition…" I said, being the worrywart I was. Or, at least the one Heather always accused me of being.

"I don't care, you worrywart! You're coming! Besides, what if it's open call?" Heather reasoned. Just then the phone rang. "See? That's them calling you now." I laughed and I picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I asked. There was a lot of noise in the back round. There was a crying yelling and I think someone was throwing things.

"I need you help, Cathy," Jamie said. "Elise has gone crazy. She's yelling at Lisa because she throws things. She's only a year old! Lisa's crying so Elise cries thinking she's a bad mother and I don't know what to do!"

"Jamie?" I asked. This was a surprise. Last time I saw him I loved him with all my heart and I thought we were getting back together. Then Elise was pregnant and he left. I went into rehearsal for Hot Cocoa and met Heather's friend Richard. Be fore you could say Sondheim, Richard and I were going out. Then I hurt my ankle and had to get put out of the show. Heather and Richard soon had to leave as well, for reasons I was not told. I was over Jamie, and now he calls. Wonderful.

"Please, Cathy I need your help," Jamie said. He sounded desperate. I looked over at Richard. He looked confused, no; he looked more worried than confused.

"Are you coming, Cathy?" Heather yelled.

"Are you going somewhere?" Jamie asked me. Well, obviously, if someone said , 'Are you coming?' you're going somewhere! No, no actually I wouldn't go. Not when Jamie needed me. He finally needs me.

"No, I'm not going," I said, motioning with my hand that Heather should go without me.

"But it's your audition, honey," Richard said as he walked up to me and put his arms around me.

"Who's that?" Jamie asked. He sounded concerned, like someone had taken his place in my life.

"It's just Richard. How can I help you with this?" I asked.

"Can I come over?" Jamie asked. I wasn't sure if he wanted to talk or find out whom Richard was. Either way, it wasn't good.

"Uh, Jamie…" I said, trying to pick the right excuse.

"Great, I'll be right there!" Jamie said and hung up. I hung up the phone.

"Who's Jamie?" Richard asked. Richard knew about my marriage, but he didn't know Jamie was my ex-husband.

"Jamie is my ex…" I said.

"Boyfriend?" Richard asked. I was sure he already had figured out Jamie wasn't just my ex-boyfriend.

"My ex-husband," I said. "He needs a little help. I figured I could help him."

"I see," Richard said. "So, he's coming over now?"

"Yes," I said. "Perhaps you should go."

"Why? I would very much like to see this Jamie," Richard said sitting down.

"Richard, please. I don't want to make this into a big deal." I said.

"It's your ex-husband, it is a big deal, " he said.

"It really isn't. I'm over him. I'm with you now." I said hugging him. "Please, I don't want this to turn into anything."

"I'll go," Richard said. "If you tell me what happened between you two."

So I told him. I told him about him meeting my parents, the wedding, the married life, the affair and the divorce. "Will you please go?" I said.

"Yeah, I'll go." Richard said. He got his coat and I walked him to the door. He was standing in the doorway and we kissed. "Are you sure that's it between you and Jamie?"

I thought about a year ago, right before Hot Cocoa and how we almost got back together. Richard didn't need to know that. "Nothing else," I said as I kissed him again.

"Ahem," Jamie said and Richard and I pulled apart. "Hi, I'm Jamie, the ex-husband." He extended his hand. By saying 'ex-husband' he was trying to get him out.

"I'm Richard, the boyfriend," Richard said accepting Jamie's hand. Jamie glared at Richard and came in.

"Bye, Richard," I said after I kissed him again. I closed the door and turned to Jamie. "Daddy, you scared my boyfriend away. You're ruining my life!"

"It's my job," Jamie said smiling. If he only knew how true that was.

"So what do you need to talk about?" I asked him.

"Elise and I …can't do this. We don't love each other; we can barely tolerate each other. She says we have to stay together for Lisa. I think it would be better for Lisa to not see us fighting. It scares me how much Elise has changed and how I have to tiptoe around the house only get yelled at twice a day. If I don't make the right coffee, we have a fight. If I don't mash up Lisa's food enough, we fight. If she's feeling insecure, we fight. If Lisa is crying, we fight." Jamie said to me. "We just can't stop fighting, I don't know what to do."

"I don't see how I can help." I said.

"What did we always fight about? How can I prevent Elise fighting about the same things with me?" Jamie asked me.

"We fought about Elise, mostly. I'll assume you've already fought about that." I said dryly. "But our fights became too much, we separated. That's what you and Elise should do."

"She won't let me leave! I can't even look at the paper without her thinking that I'm looking for an apartment." Jamie said. "Now she wants to get married. Can you believe it? With all the fighting we do, she wants to get married!"

"I can't say that I never thought about you and Elise getting married." I said.

"Before or after we had Lisa?" Jamie asked.

"Both. You had the baby, you were a writer, and she was a housewife. It was perfect." I said. "Apparently not, though."

"I'm not ready to be a father, Cathy. I can barely take care of myself. Now I have to worry about three people!" Jamie said. "I can't do this."

"Well, not with that attitude," I said. "Hey, Rome wasn't built in a day. You can do it, I know you can."

"Got anymore clichés you want to tell me?" Jamie asked.

"Just one." I said. "No matter what, Elise will always love the father of her child. Lisa will always love her father. Do you love her father?"

"Do you?" Jamie asked, pointing my question back at myself.

"I did love you once. But, Jamie, we both moved on. You have a family and I have Richard," I said.

"I never moved on." Jamie said quietly. "I always thought one day I would be back here."

"Then why did you leave?" I asked.

"I thought it was the right thing to do! I grew up with basically no father. I didn't want the same for my child. I'm only making her life worse by being there." He said.

"I'm sure that's not true." I said.

"It was for us. Look at you. You've been on Broadway, you have boyfriend, and you have a life! I've been stuck in the same pigsty for three days," Jamie said. "What will become of my life?"

"I think you last book did well, didn't it?" I asked angrily. He actually published the book about Kelsey and Fiona. It sold millions and Jamie was back on top. It annoyed me so much. Why did this book sell so much? So I bought a copy. He stole so much from reality; it was like I was going through it all again. But that was practically six months ago. What has he been doing?

"I think it was the last book that will ever do well," Jamie said. "I can't think of anything. I'll write two chapters and give up. It's suppose to be a comedy, but it ends up very dark."

"Then write something dark, Jamie," I said. "What kind of darkness do you write about? It can't be horrible."

"I write about the separation of true love," Jamie said looking at me as if he saw me for the first time. He leaned in to kiss me, but I moved away.

"I have a boyfriend," I said firmly. "We are not doing this again."

"Cathy, it's us. We are meant for each other," Jamie said.

"Don't come here just to say that and leave," I said getting up and walking away. "You come into my life, you make everything wonderful and then you leave. You leave me hurting. I finally get over you and you show up again."

"Hey, I did not call three months after the divorce for 'lunch,' that was you," Jamie said standing up and facing me.

"Yes, for lunch. Who showed up afterwards looking for room and board?" I asked. "It sure wasn't me."

"You didn't have to let me stay," Jamie said.

"Yeah, I was going to throw you out, Jamie. I'm just so cold-hearted like that," I said sarcastically and rolling my eyes to add to the effect.

"Why did you let me live here? Because you loved me. You loved me then and you love me yet," Jamie said.

"Can't write your own stuff so you have to steal from Arthur Miller?" I said coldly.

"I don't have to 'steal' from The Crucible," Jamie said. "I just choose to."

"And now I'm choosing to throw you out." I said walking over to the door and opening it for him. "Go home Jamie."

"I'll go back to Elise's apartment, if that is what you mean," Jamie said. "But this place, right here, this will always be home." He kissed my quickly before I pushed him out the door and slammed it shut. If only I could slam my thought of Jamie out the door as well.

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