September 18th, 1989

September 18th, 1989
At home

I was still basking in the phone chair, when the phone rang again. I grabbed for it, hoping it’d be him, calling again just because he couldn’t bear not to.
In my most seductive voice, I breahted, “Hello?”
“Ooooh, get you,” Pamsy said with a chuckle.
“Shit, it’s you.”
“Sorry to burst your bubble.”
“Don’t worry, you didn’t.”
“Whom exactly were you expecting?” she asked.
I paused before I said, “Ben.”
“Ben?” she shouted. “Why are you still talking to him?”
“I never really stopped talking to him.”
“What did he say?”
“He rang to let me know he’ll be back in a few weeks.”
“Ugh,” she shrieked. “What about David?”
“I don’t know what to make of any of that.”
“In the letter you sent me from Bermuda, you said you had the most fantastic time with.”
I sighed. “I did.”
“So?” she asked.
“So we had a great time and now he’s in Tokyo, with no way of me contacting him. He travels so much.”
“I hate to state the obvious darling, but so do you.”
“Yeah, but it’s my job.”
“Travelling is clearly a part of his job too.”
I could feel myself pouting. “It’s different.”
“How is it different?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” I sighed. “Shit, I don’t know, I’m so confused.”
“I can tell. What are you so confused about?”
“David lives so far away and I just don’t see us ever being able to…”
“Whoa, hold on.”
“You’re getting way ahead of yourself.”
“Do you think so?”
“Absolutely,” she stated. “You two have hardly spent any time together. It’s such early days…”
I couldn’t help but interrupt her. “But that’s my point. With the two of us travelling so much and living six thousand miles apart how can we…”
“Stop!” she yelled.
Her raised voice was enough to get my attention. “I always forget how bossy you are.”
“Assertive,” she proclaimed. “The word you’re looking for is assertive.”
“Ok,” I laughed. “You’re very assertive.”
“And so are you. Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now go and finish packing and ring me when you get back in two weeks.”

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