Thirty years ago today
I’d
been hoping that “Baby” would call again after midnight, but she didn’t.
I
might discretely go for a drink at the place where she said she works and see
how she looks.
I
haven’t seen Karen since Boxing Day when she told me to leave. I spoke to her
once on the phone and I’ve never heard a person so sick. I called her again
tonight but Diane said she wasn’t in because she got laid off from her job as a
waitress and was out looking for another one.
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