After she said her third yes, reality set in. She wondered about the impact of what she had done, knowing that this would be hard to undo. She took full responsibility for committing to all three of her suitors but still cared for all three of them.
“What have I done?” She cried out in anguish.
There were no phone calls or texts yet, but once the guys communicated with each other, she knew that they would contact her until they got her response.
“I will turn off my phone,” she said to herself. This might be the coward’s way out, but without knowing what else to do, it would buy her some time.
She paced back and forth in the loft. She cleaned. She exercised. She tried everything she knew of to trigger coming up with a solution. Nothing worked until she realized she had ignored the most obvious solution: music.