November 6th, 1990

November 6th, 1990

At home, England


Had the best surprise tonight!


“Hi honey.” Ah, that voice. How I’ve missed you!

“David! Where are you?”


“I thought you were in Tokyo.”

“I was but I got pulled to come here. They’ve had one issue after another.”

“That’s mental, no wonder you sound so wiped out.”

I heard him yawn and visualized him stretching! Concentrate! Concentrate!

“I don’t even know what day it is,” he said.

“It’s Tuesday. November sixth. Present time in Germany is eight minutes past nine.”

He laughed. “Man, I guess that explains my hunger.”

“When did you arrive?”

“About an hour ago, after the worst flight ever.”

“You obviously didn’t fly with British Airways,” I said, my best Annabel impersonation. “That’ll teach you.”

He laughed. “So, here I am. Alone. In a hotel. With a really big bed.”

“Stop it!”

“Is there any way you can come visit?”

“How long will you be there?” I asked.

“Two nights, maybe three.”

“Argh, shit, I can’t!”
“That’s too bad,” he sighed.

You can say that again.






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