If Margaret had stayed when Jeffery asked her to. If Margaret had stayed under the covers, hadn’t quickly put on her clothes, hadn’t written her happiness into indifference, hadn’t left him naked under those blankets, hadn’t ignored the way he couldn’t look at her. If Margaret had said years of her daydreams and REM induced realities finally culminated in him seeing her. If she had said, you saw me and I felt beautiful. If she had said, I didn’t know all of those clothes were getting in the way of what we were meant to do. If she had said, pour yourself into me maybe Margaret would know their friendship circled into completion. And when complete, Jeffery and Margaret could find a very specific point on the perimeter of the circle to retrace the curve of what they were meant to be.