Suzanne: TrappedShit. It’s her. She has the stupid backpack that her Mom’s so proud to see. I want to meet Patsy for a run but she’s sitting on the stoop.
I sent a text:
{Suze: Patsy. Something’s come up. I’m stuck in my apartment. Go without me. S.}
I loved her but I did not know if I could trust her let alone whether she could ever love me as anything but a friend. If I went to her, I was afraid the dream of our becoming lovers and more would evaporate and I wouldn’t have anything with her.
