Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The Message

The message sounded a little something like this:
"Hey, Stella, it's me...just checking me if you want to talk."
Let me repeat: this was three days after my initial phone call to her. 
The answering machine recorded the time.
Why is that significant, you might ask? Well, let me explain this to those of you who are not Christian or perhaps just live in a different area of the world: I have never, in my entire life, been to a Christian wake where the calling hours were any other time but 2-4 and then 7-9 pm.
It's just something that is widely known in and around the Tri-State area, and even now when I have to attend a wake, I know that those are the calling hours.
Two to Four. Seven to Nine.
So this then begs the question: was she trying to avoid me? Did she realize that she screwed up, and then, in an effort to not address the situation head-on, did she take the wimpy way out and leave me a message when she knew I would not be home? Perhaps. I don't know. All I know is that I took note of it and cringed.
I looked at my husband.
"Are you going to call her back?" He looked at me and splayed his hands open, as if to say, I so don't know what to tell you.
I shook my head.
"I'll never speak to her again."
With that, I punched the delete button.

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