“Yes, I can still call them,” is it just me, or is there a double meaning to what I’m saying?
But there’s no need to focus on that, what matters now is saving face in the literal and figurative senses of that phrase.
“Until next time,” I extract my hand from his sweaty paw and demonstratively wipe it with a handkerchief. His face grows tense, perhaps he disgusts himself too. I turn to the door.
“Wait.”
I look back over my shoulder. Look at him, he can resist my stare!
“You remember back in our second year at college…” he doesn’t continue, he waits for me to remember.
Will you look at that? We took the same classes for five years and I had not even spoken to him a total of five times back then. Now he expects me to remember the things he said?
“During Ayvazyan’s lecture…” and he wait
