Chapter Thirteen
My Brooding Adonis
I drive with a feeling of finality settling in my bones. There was so much more I thought I wanted from Ellen, but I realized as the conversation ended last night, that I dont really need more. I dont need to insinuate myself into her life. Shes given me what I need to move beyond my dream. That is all I can ask.
I dial his number, so anxious to speak with him that I can hardly hold my cell phone in my hand.
Hello, Jack? I sigh, so glad to hear his voice.
Tarin?
Im on my way home. About two hours yet.
And your trip?
Better than I could have imagined.
Is that good for me?
It could be.
All right then. Ill be at the poetry group in the Old Warehouse on 29th street. You know the place?
Im sure I can find it.
Then Ill se
