She turned the mirror towards me. For the first time I got to see whatI would looked like from now on took my breath away.I could not see any part of ...aul Meyer except for a slight hint in theface. Instead I saw a pretty girl that looked no more than twenty five.I'm sure that the makeup had a lot to do with that. I was dressed adark blue knee length A-line skirt and light blue silk blouse withdelicate lace trim piping on the collar. The ample bumps on my chestthe result of a pair of 34B breast. .. but not really. Smörgåsbord is buffet writ large. In Sweden ... it's amazing.Finland has lingonberry jam and it's widely used to accompany a variety of dishes, from meatballs and pancakes to porridge and black pudding (blodpudding). Unlike Finland, in Sweden it is rarely used on bread. Many Swedes grow up picking lingonberries in the forest, and using these tiny tart red fruits to make a jam-like preserve.At the restaurang (restaurant) we had meatballs (köttbullar), mini sausages. ”“Are you in love with Francie?”“No. That’s not the point.”“Shut up and kiss me.” She pulled my face around and planted a kiss on my lips that almost went to my tonsils. “I like you. I’m not going to make you stop being Beca’s friend. I like her, too. I’m not going to get in the way of whatever you and Francie are doing. I’m not pledging my lifelong love, my virtue, or my soul to you. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”“Okay.” Hell! Why not! I reached an arm around her and laid another kiss on her. He backed off, I guess, I felt much safer when it was me A, B, and C again. Hiding is what I do best anyway.I think Constance sensed something, she just intuits things I guess. She put a hand on my shoulder and offered me a conciliatory smile that made me feel better. God, she really was beautiful. If she wasn’t so damn nice, I think I’d have to hate her by some rule of the jungle or natural law. I’d been feeling weird. I mean, both events had me a little thrown. Phil’s attempted kiss was way.