Mindy "Oh my God, Mindy!" Betty exclaims, rushing over to me with a look of relief and concern on her face. I have just entered our shared apartment after returning from the trip Maron and I took to Moscow. "Where the hell have you been? What happened?" Shit. The desperate attempt to call Betty before I was forced into Maron’s car must have given her a scare. I texted her to calm her down before Maron’s jet took off, telling her that I’d be away for a couple of days, but I guess I was a little vague. No wonder she was worried. I need to do better next time as a friend and tell her about my whereabouts. "I’m sorry, Bets," I tell her, feeling guilty. "I didn’t mean to worry you. I’ll communicate better next time." She frowns. "Something is going on with you, Mindy. I can see it on your f

