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We went our separate ways that evening. Well, I didn’t actually go anywhere except around the corner for some magazines and candy bars. I had pizza delivered to my room and spent the evening hours vegging, falling asleep early to the sounds of a cooking show. There’s nothing like a cooking show to lull a confirmed non-cooker to sleep, unless of course it’s one of those cooking shows where the chef makes up for the impossibility of achieving his recipe by overwhelming you with his loud and eccentric charm.
I didn’t set an alarm, just let myself wake up when I woke up, which turned out to be when the phone rang at 9:30 a.m. It was Mike. “Richard wanted me to give you call. He tried Noel’s home number last night and this morning and couldn’t reach her either. He said the beep on her answ
