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I can neither define what I experienced nor convey the exact details of our conversation…
“Hello,” I said and, for some reason, stood up.
She spoke in a tired, slightly cracked voice. There was so much warmth in that voice. She spoke rather quickly. She must have been preparing for the conversation.
She asked if she had woken me up, but then added that she probably didn’t since she could hear music in the background.
“I am at a restaurant now,” I answered. “Max and I are at a restaurant.”
She asked if anything terrible happened to me.
And I, in turn, asked why she was asking.
She told me that she couldn’t fall asleep after my call. And then, not long ago, felt such a strong sense of worry for me that she decided to call and find out what happened. She said she knew I would forgi
