By the tenth day of the heat wave, Carrie was too attached to Mr. Big. Way too attached. That was the night that she had her breakdown. It started fine: Mr. Big went out alone to a business dinner. No problem at first. She went to her girlfriend Miranda's. They were going to sit in the air conditioning and watch taped segments of Ab Fab. But then they started drinking. Then Miranda called her drug delivery guy. It continued from there. Carrie hadn't seen Miranda for a while because she'd been busy with Mr. Big, so Miranda started in on her.
"I'd like to meet him, you know. Why haven't I met him? Why haven't I seen you?" Then she dropped the bomb. Miranda said she knows some girl who was dating Mr. Big during the first month he was dating Carrie.
"I thought he only saw her once," Carrie said.
"Oh, no. They saw each other several times. Se-ver-al. That's why I didn't call you for a whole month. I didn't know whether to tell you or not."
"I think this is bad stuff," Carrie said.
The next morning, after the freakout, when Carrie was lying in Mr. Big's bed, she tried to think about what she really wanted. Life felt hke it had changed, but had it really? She thinks: I'm still not married. I still don't have kids. Will it ever happen?
When?
It's the zone or Mr. Big, she thinks. The zone or Mr. Big. That afternoon, Mr. Big sends her flowers. The card reads: "Everything will be okay. Love, Mr. Big."
"Why did you send me flowers?" Carrie asks him later. "That was so sweet."
"I wanted you to know that somebody loved you," Mr. Big says. A couple of days later, on the weekend, Carrie and Mr. Big go to his house in Westchester, so Mr. Big can play
golf. He leaves in the morning, early. Carrie gets up late, makes coffee. She goes outside and walks around the yard. She walks to the end of the street. Walks back. Goes back inside the house and sits down.
"Now what am I going to do?" she thinks, and tries to imagine Mr. Big on the golf course, swatting golf balls impossible distances.