Chapter Twenty-Three
I take Friday afternoon off in order to arrive in New York at a decent time. I don’t want to knock on Jodie’s door after midnight. Over the phone, I expressed my doubts about staying with her. What would she tell Rosie? Would I sleep on the couch? But Jodie told me not to worry about Rosie just yet. She’d sleep over at Muriel’s and we could all meet for brunch on Saturday. Brunch with Muriel, I thought. What a delightful prospect. But only for a fleeting second because my mind was too hung up on Jodie and having the apartment to ourselves on Friday evening.
When I finally ring her bell an hour later than expected courtesy of ‘mechanical issues’ with the airplane, I’m so amped up, so ready to have her melt in my arms, I’m unprepared for the shock of just standing ther
