What kind of sins did I commit for karma to hit me like this?
My journey to Melbourne ended up being a sad affair of tears, nose blowing, and moans of despair.
I jumped off the plane the instant the door opened and sought a phone like a newborn seeks air after the slap.
I dialed his number. It didn't work. The wretched phone kept on swallowing coins like a black hole until I ran out of Australian change. I shoved my credit card down its throat. Exasperated, I finally managed to get hold of an operator and had her connect me to Gabe's home number.
The connection rang and rang until the machine picked up. No answer. Merda! I was about to leave a message when-dear heaven, if his voice didn't answer.
"Hey, luv! Where're you calling from?" he said, his voice sounding surprised and strong.
