I locked myself up in the bathroom. The last person I expected to see here tonight is Paul McCartney! How am I going to face him? Silently I wept; dabbing the streams of salty liquid rolling down my face. 

"Angel are you okay?" The familiar voice of Barbara pulled me from my thoughts. 

I sniffed, "I'm fine. Just not feeling well is all." It's the truth.

Barb jiggled the doorknob; unlocking the door. She came in the cramped bathroom to see my sorry ass settled on the tile floor. "Oh Ang, you're a wreck!" She comforted me. "What's the matter?"

"I-I-I-" I sobbed, my hands covering my face. 

"You can tell me anything, Angel. We're best friends after all." Barb soothed, helping me up off the floor.

I let out a deep breath, " You want to know why I'm blubbering like a baby in here?" 

"Please tell me." She prodded.

"That man out there, Paul. He's Faith's biological father."

"You're kidding? Does he know?"

"Yes. But he hadn't the nerve to come out and tell me he didn't want anything to do with me or Faith. His bitch of an ex-wife decided to ring me the one day and fucking chew me out herself! Told me never to bother with Paul again!"

"I'm so sorry, Ang." She apologized. " Never did like that cow any road. Always bossing Paul around."

I shrugged, looking at myself in the mirror. " Not your fault, Barb. It's in the past. Paul's happily married now with 3 kids and one on the way." I finished reapplying my foundation. 

"Let's go back and I'll drive you to my house. Tell everyone you've got a stomach bug or something along those lines, hmm?" Barb offered, hugging me.

I hugged her back. " Thank you for being a great friend!"