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back.”
    The machine beeps. About thirty seconds later, Jason’s cell phone begins ringing in our bedroom.
    “What’s that about?” Jason asks me.
    I shrug. “I have no idea.”
    Jason makes a detour to our bedroom. “Are you sure she was okay being at your shower today? Did she seem weirded out at all?”
    “No,” I say. “She seemed cheerful. As a matter of fact, she…”
    I stop talking.
    The charm. She got the typewriter.
    Jason picks up his cell. “Hey, Jacquie,” he says into the phone. “What’s up?”
    Jason looks at me in confusion as he talks to her. “No, Nic didn’t mention anything.… Yeah, I guess so. Is everything okay?”
    I watch Jason as he listens to the voice on the other end of the phone. He occasionally looks in my direction in total confusion. I try to stare blankly back at him, like I don’t know any more than he does. Which, really, I don’t. But I have a nagging suspicion Charm #2 is about to come true.
    “No, come on over,” Jason says tentatively. “Okay, we’ll see you in a few minutes. Yeah, bye.” Jason hangs up the phone. “Did Jacquie mention a job offer to you today?”
    Shit! I knew it! I just knew it. Seema may think I’m half cocked, but I’m onto something here. “She said something about being up for a speechwriting job,” I tell Jason. “But she said it was a long shot, so I didn’t think too much about it.”
    “Huh,” Jason says. “Well, she got the job. And she told me to tell you not to say anything until she came over. What doesn’t she want you to tell me?”
    I open my mouth to answer him. But before I can say, “Your ex-wife wants to move your girls five hundred miles away,” the doorbell rings.
    Jason quickly heads downstairs and over to the front door, with me half a step behind him. He opens the door to his beautiful ex-wife, Jacquie, who is beaming. “I got it!” she screams, then slips past her ex to pull me into a hug.
    I look over Jacquie’s shoulder to watch my confused fiancé widen his eyes (couple shorthand for “What the hell is going on?”). Before I can answer him, Jacquie pulls away from me, then excitedly grabs Jason. “I start Monday!”
    “Um … congratulations,” Jason says, feigning enthusiasm. “You start what Monday?”
    Jacquie pulls away from him. “Didn’t Nic tell you?”
    Shit.
    “I didn’t think anything was definite,” I say weakly.
    “Tell me what?” Jason asks. “What job did you get?”
    Jacquie proudly tells him, “I am the new junior speechwriter for the governor.” Then for added emphasis she happily screams, “Ah!”
    Jason’s face falls. “Of California?”
    “No. Of Rhode Island,” Jacquie jokes. “Of course, of California. He announces his candidacy for the U.S. Senate in the next week or two, so he’s expanding his staff. The mayor put in a good word for me. I didn’t think I had a shot in Hell, but I flew up there yesterday, and I guess I made an okay impression, because I got it!”
    Jason looks shell-shocked but like he’s trying to cover. “You flew up to Sacramento?”
    “I did!” Jacquie says, looking so happy she might burst out of her own skin. “I didn’t bother telling you because I didn’t think it was going to happen. But senator. Can you believe I have a shot at working in Washington, D.C., next year?”
    “But what about the girls?” Jason blurts out. “We have a custody agreement.”
    “Yeah, what about the girls?” I hear from the staircase. The three of us look up to see Megan standing at the top of the stairs. “I’m not moving to Sacramento,” she states firmly as she walks downstairs.
    “Oh, honey, you don’t have to,” Jacquie says, walking halfway up the stairs and hugging her daughter. “I’ve got it all worked out. Sacramento is only an hour’s flight away. You girls will live with your father during the week, I’ll fly home every Friday night, pick you up, then drop you off on Sunday night, and fly back up. It’ll be exactly