Suzanne: Rolling the DiceI don’t know how it was for Kerry but I hardly slept at all. When I saw her on the stoop I could have run down to her. I hadn’t seen her since the last day of exams months before. I had immediately walked home, ignoring all of the post-exam celebrations the school set up for us.
Kerry would only have been on the stoop, thinking I was in California, if she was still thinking about me seven months after everything had gone to pieces. But I couldn’t run down. I thought of her all the time, at least all the time I could afford to spend on stuff that was not school- or work- or running-related. I had done a good job of just shutting it out completely except for that conversation I had in June with Patsy and the sit-downs with Mary.
I couldn’t run down because I had no
