Chapter 4: Visit to the Escarpment
The next day I cleaned up the apartment, with Harold’s help. He had left with Hugh and they had gone for coffee in the village. When I asked if anything might develop between them, he shrugged. More Buddhist acceptance of things as they are, I thought.
I didn’t phone George. I was feeling somewhat miffed at him for not coming to my party, even if Joe wouldn’t come. It was over a week later that my cell rang and answering it, I heard George’s deep, breathy voice.
“Hi George,” I said, trying not to sound resentful.
There was a pregnant pause on the line. I knew that George wouldn’t apologize. That wasn’t his way. At last he said, “Darling, you knew I couldn’t come to your party; not without Joe.”
“Yeah,” I said resignedly. “I guess so.” I stopped mysel
