“Maybe I’ll try it tomorrow.” I blow out a breath. “If I go to work. I haven’t been going in lately.” I smile at Dolly. “I’m glad the costume I made helped. I’ll make sure you have it every day, even if I go into work, and even though you’re going to forget all of this. Which is why I’ll need it back when we get home so I can put it in the magic closet and you can use it again tomorrow.”

They are staring at me, eyes wide, mouths open.

Dolly is the first to pull it together enough to speak. “Magic closet?”

“Yeah. I can put things in it and they don’t get stuck in the loop.” I wave a hand. “It’s confusing, I know.”

Bee interrupts. “Hold on hold on, let’s back up here. What happens other than work, dealing with Chad, and helping Dolly here?”

“That’s . . . generally it. I mean—”

“Baby, let me see if I am getting this straight. You have a lifetime to get this day right, and so far, you’ve worked at keeping a desk job, avoiding a creep—who you could avoid by just, I don’t know, giving up the desk job—and the only marginally interesting thing you’ve done is make a costume for Dolly here?”

“Not entirely. There is a man,” I admit, blowing out a breath. “A much better man than Mark, er, Chad, and it doesn’t matter because it’s doomed before it can begin.”

“Who are we talking about now?” Dolly asks.

“This guy that I’ve liked for a long time. He likes me too, but we can never actually be together. Because tomorrow, I’ll wake up and it will be Monday again and even if I get him to ask me out every day for eternity, then what? We’ll have one date over and over and never move beyond that.”

Fifi nods. “That describes most of my adult relationships.” She pauses. “Except without the prude stuff. Mine are just sex over and over. So really, it’s nothing like your situation.”

I laugh.

Bee rolls her eyes. “No wonder you’re in a time loop. The universe is telling you to shake things up, honey.”

“I have shaken things up. I have really put myself out there. But it still doesn’t work out.”

“I want to meet this lover boy.” Bee slaps the table with a palm. “Where is he at?” She glances around, like he’s hiding in the woodwork.

I shake my head. “Oh, no. No no no.”

“Why not?” Dolly asks.

“I’m trying to stay away from him. I get too . . . involved. Obsessed. First, I was obsessed with keeping my job, and then I was obsessed with Alex, and now I’m obsessed with Dolly.” I jerk my thumb in her direction.