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Authors: Cheryl Brooks
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her by a crazy man.
Two weeks was right. She’d seen Janice on a Friday night and had gone shopping the next day, which was a Saturday. Stephen’s birthday party was the following Friday, and now it was Friday again, the day after the office party.
Two whole weeks out of a lifetime . Anything could have happened to him. He could’ve met the love of his life after that evening he’d spent with her. Sure, he’d seemed sincere at the time, but he’d had two weeks to change his mind about pursuing a relationship with a depressed woman whose hair smelled nice.
It was late. The bank clock now said eleven-fifteen. Even if Emily drove straight home, it would be midnight by the time she worked up the nerve to call him. He might be angry if she woke him, especially if he was with someone else—some other woman who’d been delighted to meet a man who wanted sex six or seven times a day.
I had my chance and I blew it.
Email. She could send him a message anytime, and he could read it whenever he liked. She wouldn’t wake him or interrupt him.
Although she made it home in record time, the server must have been overloaded with Christmas missives because she couldn’t get her Internet to work. She stared at the problem loading page in frustration, then reset her modem three times before finally giving up. She couldn’t call him, nor could she send an email. She could try again in the morning, but in the meantime, how on earth could she possibly sleep?
Beyond that, what time should she call? Was eight too early? If she called while he was still in bed with that other woman, she’d go into a decline from which she might never recover. If she waited until ten, he might not be home—might already be out searching for other sex and chocolate lovers to spend the day with.
Unless it was a cell number, in which case he could be anywhere. He might even be in a movie theater where you were supposed to turn them off.
Timing is everything.
She sat staring at the blinking cursor, only then realizing why she hadn’t found the napkin before. She’d stuck it in the pocket of her fleece jacket. The weather had turned colder, and she’d been wearing her other coat ever since. She must’ve pulled it out along with her gloves.
Mother Nature was such a cruel bitch. Had the weather remained mild, she would’ve found his number immediately. On the other hand, if it hadn’t been for this one warm day, she might not have found it until spring.
A chilling thought. He would have forgotten all about her by then. For that matter, she might have come across the napkin with no clear memory of who he was. She might have been looped out on antidepressants, every trace of him wiped from her memory.
Christmas was on Thursday. She had six whole days to buy him a gift. No problems there since she’d already picked out at least a dozen things for him. The trick would be deciding which ones.
Chocolate was a given . New gloves to match his coat. A muffler to match his blue eyes—the color of a wintry sky. Even if she never saw him again, surely she’d remember that much.
She went to bed, still puzzling over how to find him, when to call him, or if she should give the Internet another try.
Nine, she finally decided. She would call him at nine. Not too early, not too late. Nine...
* * * *
Having lain awake half the night, Emily woke up at eleven, kicking herself for not setting an alarm.
No one answered when she dialed the number, nor did an answering machine offer to take a message. Who didn’t have an answering machine in this day and age? Every phone you bought had one built right into it.
Unless it was a cell number.
No, you get that little recording thing on cell phones.
She called back thinking he might have his machine set for a really long ring. After letting it ring at least twenty times, she was forced to admit that he wasn’t home and his machine was not going to pick up.
In a way, it made her mad. Alan had practically begged
Two weeks was right. She’d seen Janice on a Friday night and had gone shopping the next day, which was a Saturday. Stephen’s birthday party was the following Friday, and now it was Friday again, the day after the office party.
Two whole weeks out of a lifetime . Anything could have happened to him. He could’ve met the love of his life after that evening he’d spent with her. Sure, he’d seemed sincere at the time, but he’d had two weeks to change his mind about pursuing a relationship with a depressed woman whose hair smelled nice.
It was late. The bank clock now said eleven-fifteen. Even if Emily drove straight home, it would be midnight by the time she worked up the nerve to call him. He might be angry if she woke him, especially if he was with someone else—some other woman who’d been delighted to meet a man who wanted sex six or seven times a day.
I had my chance and I blew it.
Email. She could send him a message anytime, and he could read it whenever he liked. She wouldn’t wake him or interrupt him.
Although she made it home in record time, the server must have been overloaded with Christmas missives because she couldn’t get her Internet to work. She stared at the problem loading page in frustration, then reset her modem three times before finally giving up. She couldn’t call him, nor could she send an email. She could try again in the morning, but in the meantime, how on earth could she possibly sleep?
Beyond that, what time should she call? Was eight too early? If she called while he was still in bed with that other woman, she’d go into a decline from which she might never recover. If she waited until ten, he might not be home—might already be out searching for other sex and chocolate lovers to spend the day with.
Unless it was a cell number, in which case he could be anywhere. He might even be in a movie theater where you were supposed to turn them off.
Timing is everything.
She sat staring at the blinking cursor, only then realizing why she hadn’t found the napkin before. She’d stuck it in the pocket of her fleece jacket. The weather had turned colder, and she’d been wearing her other coat ever since. She must’ve pulled it out along with her gloves.
Mother Nature was such a cruel bitch. Had the weather remained mild, she would’ve found his number immediately. On the other hand, if it hadn’t been for this one warm day, she might not have found it until spring.
A chilling thought. He would have forgotten all about her by then. For that matter, she might have come across the napkin with no clear memory of who he was. She might have been looped out on antidepressants, every trace of him wiped from her memory.
Christmas was on Thursday. She had six whole days to buy him a gift. No problems there since she’d already picked out at least a dozen things for him. The trick would be deciding which ones.
Chocolate was a given . New gloves to match his coat. A muffler to match his blue eyes—the color of a wintry sky. Even if she never saw him again, surely she’d remember that much.
She went to bed, still puzzling over how to find him, when to call him, or if she should give the Internet another try.
Nine, she finally decided. She would call him at nine. Not too early, not too late. Nine...
* * * *
Having lain awake half the night, Emily woke up at eleven, kicking herself for not setting an alarm.
No one answered when she dialed the number, nor did an answering machine offer to take a message. Who didn’t have an answering machine in this day and age? Every phone you bought had one built right into it.
Unless it was a cell number.
No, you get that little recording thing on cell phones.
She called back thinking he might have his machine set for a really long ring. After letting it ring at least twenty times, she was forced to admit that he wasn’t home and his machine was not going to pick up.
In a way, it made her mad. Alan had practically begged
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