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for sending over the damning articles about Andrew. Abby forgave her. They agreed to go home for spring break, to tell Rebecca’s parent her news and hang out like old times. Abby felt a smidgen closer to getting over Andrew. And Rebecca seemed more at peace that her issue with school wasn’t the end of the world. By the end of the call, Abby had her best friend back. She didn’t bother sending the goodbye text to Andrew. Life would go on.
Chapter Twelve
ANDREW touched down in San Francisco late Monday evening. He was back in town to deliver his last guest lecture. He had dinner alone in the hotel restaurant downstairs, went out for a short walk, and returned to his room.
It had been three weeks since he had seen Abby. She had not called or texted either. Andrew was heartbroken, but felt it was for the best. In three weeks, he thought things would be easier. Being in San Francisco, knowing she was in town and so close by, brought all his regret back to the surface.
He reviewed his lecture notes that night, preparing for the next day. His phone rang. He checked the number. It was not Abby. It wasn’t a familiar number, but he answered it anyway.
“Hello?”
“Hi Andrew, it’s Rob. How are you doing?”
“Hi Rob. Things are well. What’s up?”
“Not too much. I was calling to check in. I wanted to say hello, and see how things were going with you.”
“Pretty good. I’m in San Francisco for couple of days.”
“Really? We should get together for drinks with the ladies.”
“Yeah. That would be good, except I’m tied up at the moment.”
“That’s okay. How about drinks, just you and me?”
“I’m not sure I can spare the time.”
“Come on, Andrew. None of us have had the chance to thank you. You should probably get used to us reaching out. You’re almost like family now.”
“Thanks. Let’s talk closer to the weekend, okay? When I’m back at the cottage.”
“I don’t mean to be pushy. I thought it would be good to keep in contact. How about just half-hour? I’ll come to you.”
Andrew thought about it. Rob was pretty decent company. And he was not letting up. “Sure, why not. You know where I’m staying?
“Yeah.”
“Good. Meet me at the lobby bar. How soon can you get here?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Great. See you then.”
Andrew hung up. He didn’t know what to make of Rob’s call, but he hated drinking alone. And he could use a stiff drink. Resigned, he got dressed and went down to the lobby.
Rob showed up a few minutes after Andrew. He held a large gift basket in his arms.
“Hey Andrew,” Rob greeted him, shifting the weight of the basket to shake hands with his free arm.
“Rob,” he answered. “How are things?”
“Doing great. Thanks for asking.” Rob placed the gift basket on the counter at the bar. “By the way, this is for you.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“Ruth picked it out. It’s coffees, teas and chocolates, I think. Things the ladies thought you would enjoy at the cottage.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have. But thanks.”
“It’s from all six of us. A token of our appreciation for your help during the blizzard, and for putting up with us.”
“It was no problem. I appreciate the gesture, all the same.”
Andrew signaled to the person at the concierge data desk across the hall, and had them take it up to his room. “Care for a drink?” he asked Rob.
“Sure.”
“What are you having?”
“I’m a vodka guy,” Rob replied. “No orange juice.”
“Sounds great. I’ll have one too.” Andrew called the bartender over and gave them their orders. The bartender poured them their drinks and handed it to them. Rob and Andrew stood side by side, silently taking in the hockey game on the flat screen TV mounted high on the wall behind the bartender.
“How have you settled in with college since you got back?” Andrew asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Pretty good. I didn’t miss much.”
“This is your last year,
Chapter Twelve
ANDREW touched down in San Francisco late Monday evening. He was back in town to deliver his last guest lecture. He had dinner alone in the hotel restaurant downstairs, went out for a short walk, and returned to his room.
It had been three weeks since he had seen Abby. She had not called or texted either. Andrew was heartbroken, but felt it was for the best. In three weeks, he thought things would be easier. Being in San Francisco, knowing she was in town and so close by, brought all his regret back to the surface.
He reviewed his lecture notes that night, preparing for the next day. His phone rang. He checked the number. It was not Abby. It wasn’t a familiar number, but he answered it anyway.
“Hello?”
“Hi Andrew, it’s Rob. How are you doing?”
“Hi Rob. Things are well. What’s up?”
“Not too much. I was calling to check in. I wanted to say hello, and see how things were going with you.”
“Pretty good. I’m in San Francisco for couple of days.”
“Really? We should get together for drinks with the ladies.”
“Yeah. That would be good, except I’m tied up at the moment.”
“That’s okay. How about drinks, just you and me?”
“I’m not sure I can spare the time.”
“Come on, Andrew. None of us have had the chance to thank you. You should probably get used to us reaching out. You’re almost like family now.”
“Thanks. Let’s talk closer to the weekend, okay? When I’m back at the cottage.”
“I don’t mean to be pushy. I thought it would be good to keep in contact. How about just half-hour? I’ll come to you.”
Andrew thought about it. Rob was pretty decent company. And he was not letting up. “Sure, why not. You know where I’m staying?
“Yeah.”
“Good. Meet me at the lobby bar. How soon can you get here?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Great. See you then.”
Andrew hung up. He didn’t know what to make of Rob’s call, but he hated drinking alone. And he could use a stiff drink. Resigned, he got dressed and went down to the lobby.
Rob showed up a few minutes after Andrew. He held a large gift basket in his arms.
“Hey Andrew,” Rob greeted him, shifting the weight of the basket to shake hands with his free arm.
“Rob,” he answered. “How are things?”
“Doing great. Thanks for asking.” Rob placed the gift basket on the counter at the bar. “By the way, this is for you.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“Ruth picked it out. It’s coffees, teas and chocolates, I think. Things the ladies thought you would enjoy at the cottage.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have. But thanks.”
“It’s from all six of us. A token of our appreciation for your help during the blizzard, and for putting up with us.”
“It was no problem. I appreciate the gesture, all the same.”
Andrew signaled to the person at the concierge data desk across the hall, and had them take it up to his room. “Care for a drink?” he asked Rob.
“Sure.”
“What are you having?”
“I’m a vodka guy,” Rob replied. “No orange juice.”
“Sounds great. I’ll have one too.” Andrew called the bartender over and gave them their orders. The bartender poured them their drinks and handed it to them. Rob and Andrew stood side by side, silently taking in the hockey game on the flat screen TV mounted high on the wall behind the bartender.
“How have you settled in with college since you got back?” Andrew asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Pretty good. I didn’t miss much.”
“This is your last year,
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