Diving
back in to the conversation, I say to Vicky, “It’s great that you don’t care about
the past. If I were interested in someone, I would be wary of his past.”
I
turn to Marisa. “Do you remember his relationship with Greta? It was rather
epic.”
“Greta?
Do I know her?”
“Probably
not; she was only here for a short time. She was Swedish, she was gorgeous, and
she had fallen for our Nick. They went out together a few times, and when she
left, I remember Nick was devastated.”
Greta
and Nick had only gone out for a drink twice, and this after my mom insisted.
She was the daughter of a work associate of my father. In reality, it was she
who was infatuated with Nick, but we won’t dwell on the details.
“Oh
my God, I remember her,” Marisa says. “She had a thing for Nick and had n
