Kerry: “You’re Not in California?”My phone rang. I was taking a nap after walking and concentrating so much. And crying so much. More than anything, the concentrated thoughts of her wore me down.
It was Suzanne. My stomach churned. She hadn’t called me since, well, the last day I had been at, and actually in, her Apartment. She was in San Francisco so I wondered why.
“Hello.”
“I saw you.”
“What??”
“Why did you come to my Apartment?”
“Wait. Aren’t you in San Francisco?”
“No. I never went.”
She’d been in New York the whole time. She was a half-an-hour away the whole time.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Not now. I have to see you. I’ve hated myself since…well, you know. I need to tell you something and I don’t care what happens when I do. Can I come up to see you tomorrow?”
“I need to speak to
