“It wasn’t because you weren’t a good director. Our relationship had changed. It was too painful for me to be around you,” I reminded her.
After another pause, “Isn’t Ilka in England?” she asked.
“Yes. Why?” I inquired.
“As soon as you get back from New England, I want you to come straight to my house. I want you to make up for missing our Saturday meeting,” she commanded.
“I should be there about noon,” I replied.
“You know where I keep the key. Let yourself in. I’ll come home right after my last class,” she said.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” I stated. There was another brief silence, and then she said, “I love you.”
“I love you as well. Until Monday, goodbye,” I hung up the phone.
Who would have ever believed that Laura and I would get back together after all these years? I no
