mouth

in the bedroom. Andy moaned when the caller finally gave up, waited a few seconds and then tried to call back. "Just put it in your voicemail," I said, but Andy reached over me and picked up the phone. my bedside table lies. To make sure who the caller is, he checks his phone number - a job that is absolutely unnecessary. That can only be Margot. Actually, her husband, Webb Buffington, appeared on the phone screen, accompanied by the words Atlanta, Georgia, where they came back to live last year in my extreme frustration. I have always known that Margot's move was inevitable, especially after she met Webb, who also came from Atlanta. Despite Margot's love of New York and how much work she still has, she is still a Southern girl in her essence, and she is eager to have all the traditions of the upper life. Moreover, Webb, in the way he said, was "too bored of the city." He wants to play golf, want to drive a car, want space for the enjoyment of his electronic games. Like this morning, Margot and I talked to each other every day, but I kept thinking about the time with her. I miss weekend meals and after-hours drinks. I remember the same time she shared the life of the city - and the common friends. Andy also missed her, except for those disturbed like this, when his sleep was interrupted. He pressed the button with his thumb and yelled at the phone, "God, Margot. Do you know what time it is now? "I could hear her soaring voice," I know. I'm really sorry, Andy. But this time there is a good reason. I swear it. Move the machine to Ellen. Please! "" It's not even seven o'clock, "he said. "How many times have you told me not to wake us up? Then the only good thing about your job is getting a job late? Will you do this if Ellen marries another? And if not, why do not you ask yourself why I can not respect my brother a bit more than a random guy? "I smiled at a random guy, thinking that would not There is a guy who is random if I marry that person. Then I thought of Leo and cringed, knowing that he would never be just a random guy for me. However, I understand what Andy means, and I'm sure Margot understands it, but he does not give her a chance to answer. Instead he handed me a stethoscope and dug his head under the pillow dramatically. "Hi, Margot," I said softly. She apologized perfunctuously and rang, "I have news!" It was the same saying, the same buzzing, buzzing tone as she called me on the night of her and Webb's engagement. Or, as Webb still likes to say whenever they repeat their proposed marriage, she calls me to say that before he even responds to him. It was just Webb talking up, of course, although she actually called me first, and before her mother, it made me happy in a way I could not describe. I think it's a relief for me to have no mother, and to reinforce my belief that friends can be a substitute for family, even without losing loved ones. " Now I say, shocked and not bothered to disturb Andy anymore. Andy pulls his head out of his pillow and says in a sorry voice, almost afraid, "Is that alright?" I nodded happily. but he still looked scared when he asked, "What's up?" I raised my finger. I wanted to reassure, though in my heart, I was absolutely sure of Margot's information. Margot is only reserved for two things - wedding and having a baby. She had at least three major advances at J.Crew that did not bother them at all. It is not because of her modest character that Margot cares about her work so much, no matter how good she is. Maybe it was because she knew the time limit she had set for herself. Knowing that at some point in her thirties, she would take the initiative to resign and open a new chapter of her life, marriage, return to Atlanta and start a family life. "Really? "I asked, immediately imagining the image of Margot with a tight belly, dressed in a luxurious gown." What is it? "Andy asked. I looked at him, wondering he thought we might be talking. what is together I feel the surge of love before the disturbed wonder of his young poetry. Oh, Andy, she's making bread for breakfast. Oh, Andy, she's looking for a piano for kids. "She yelled!" Margot exclaimed. "I'm pregnant. "Oh," I exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed despite the fact that I had known so long that the couple had worked so hard to have a baby, and that Margot almost always achieved her. Wanted, somewhat because she was a blood type A patient stubbornly. But mainly because she was a strong person, wanted something to do with it. Big things, small things, things are the same. I know she was fifteenMargot, the only hard times for Margot I've ever witnessed, the only time she had to really struggle to get over was when her grandfather died in our last year of college. Actually, people can not see the story of grandparents passing away is a terrible pain. At least not, once I have seen my parents die early. I say all this about Margot without any resentment. Yes, my mother died when she was forty-one years old, and yes, I grew up wearing my old school uniform, but I could not say that my life was full of death. cool bitter. And I really have good adulthood, at least for now. I am not unemployed or disoriented or easily discouraged. I am not suffering or alone. Also, even if all that exists, I'm absolutely not jealous of my best friend. I never understood women like that, such complex relationships that seem to exist so much in life. Do I sometimes feel jealous when I see Margot with her mother? Do I wish I had the same sense of fashion and confidence and seal in your passport? Yes, yes. But anyway, it does not say that there is a time when I want to take away things that belong to you or feel embarrassed by your happiness. Moreover, I am already a home with you. What belonged to her really belonged to me. Therefore, although this good news was not unexpected, I still sat here filled with joy, shock and shock. Anyway, there is a big difference between planning a baby and actually getting a test result pregnant. Because I know that in the next few months I will become a mother - or in my case to be an uncle - of a kid. "Congratulations," I say, feeling broken. Andy? "Andy finally guessed, eyes wide open. I nodded smiling. "Yes ... are you still upset, Uncle Andy?" He beamed and said, "Give me your phone." I handed the receiver to him. He called out, "Maggie Beth! I should say right away! "I heard her say," I know you will tell Ellen first. "" Always ignore your blood? "" Only one of them Your phone anytime, "she said.Andy ignored her teasing hook and said," God, this is great news. I'm so happy, we'll be down at the weekend. I really want to be hugged you one. "I grabbed the phone and asked if she had calculated the days of labor; she thought it was a boy or a girl; what name do you like; Should I celebrate a New Year's Eve party in New York or Atlanta? She replied that on the twenty-first day of September; she thought of being a little girl; no names; And the party held here is great. "What did Webb say?" I ask, remembering another person involved in this. "He was very happy. Surprised. It's a bit of a joke. "Margot laughed. "Do you want to talk to him? He's here. "" Yes, "I said, though I was not in the mood to talk to him. Actually, I never liked talking to Webb though he was always friendly to me, probably more than any guy Margot had ever dated. She is always attracted to the arrogant type, and Webb naturally has a lot of arrogant personality. Especially because he is a successful sports agent and has been a well-known tennis player - at least he is well known in the tennis world, beating Agassi in the ring. species. And besides money and success, he also has a beautiful, classic look, with his brightly groomed hair and white teeth so brightly that every time he bends his head wide

mouth Think of an old ad, "Brush your mouth with Dentyne toothpaste." He has a loud voice and a big body - and the kind of man who knows how to give a rhetoric that makes women suck on passion or make some naughty jokes on a bland joke that makes a mustache. la la So, in some ways, Webb should have been a sham. But not so. Instead, he is humble, easygoing and mature. But for some reason, I still do not feel comfortable being near him - perhaps because we have almost nothing. Except for Margot. Fortunately, I have never admitted this to the two of you who started dating - probably because I immediately recognized him as "Number One". It was the first time I saw Margot completely absorbed in someone without hesitation, the first time she loved someone as much - even more - that person loved her. I did not even mention that to Andy, maybe because he seemed like a big fan of Webb, maybe because I was not really sure what made me uncomfortable. But I confess my feelings to my sister about Pittsburgh