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2 Sections at Once Today May 21st, 2004 7:17:41 pm EST
More story for you. Some questions are answered!
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Grant,
I am really sorry about having to leave like that. When we got back into cell coverage, I got about 10 voicemails from my mother that she had been in an accident. My sister called before I could call you and she wouldn’t let me off the phone. I had to drive right then to the hospital and I had to get there as fast as I could.
I’m really sorry. Maybe we could try again this weekend?
Diane
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I felt so stupid and ashamed; I started to blush for no reason except to realize I had been unfair. I looked at the next two messages waiting for me from her, and I started to dread opening those now. He mother was in an accident and I didn’t take the time to even look at it.
I got up from the desk and stared at the screen from across the room. I paced, made myself a drink, sat down again in front of the computer. Looking at the instant messenger shortcut, I wondered if she would be online at all right now – it is after 1 am, and a Tuesday at that. I launched it anyways.
No luck.
I went back to the mail and decided to read the other two messages waiting for me now. The next, the “Sorry” message, read as follows:
Grant, please let me know what your feeling. I really need a friend right now and I don’t want to lose you. If I hurt you I am sorry, I didn’t mean to. Please try to reach me. Please.
I felt more the heel than ever before. I was sitting in self pity while she was hurting over this. I clicked on the last message:
OK Grant, I know I hurt you and I can live with that. I guess this is goodbye.
I went back to the first message and replied to it, asking if her mother is OK. I told her that I have been really busy and am now just getting caught up in mail, and that I would love to see her this weekend coming up. Then I took one final look at the instant messenger and logged off.
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All day at work I could think only of how I would plan the weekend. I would have to call Momma’s first and let her know I was coming up. I would have to somehow get Friday off of work, and I would definitely want to come up with some reason why I need to work late on Friday, maybe even into Saturday, for Nichole.
NICHOLE!
My mind raced, where was Nichole? I was a jumble of thoughts and concerns – I hadn’t heard from her yet and it was getting close to noon now. I arranged for Friday with my boss and was most of the way through my day when I noticed the voicemail light blinking on my phone. Answering it I found it was one of our clients that needed some special attention, and a second voicemail from Momma.
I called Momma back, let her know I was bringing a special friend to dinner this Friday and asked her if she needed anything. She told me that her computer was acting a little funny and I promised to come up early to fix it before meeting Diane at the resort.
My day went smoothly from there, work came through and I was in a very positive mood for the day. Just before leaving, I got a call.
“This is Grant.”
“Uh, hi Grant. This is Jenny again.”
“Oh, hi Jen. Is something wrong?” I tried to ask it casually but failed and ended up with slightly worried. I sat down.
“No, nothing. I’m just letting you know that Nichole is home now. I just dropped her off.”
“Oh, well thanks!” relief coursed through me then. I looked at the clock and noticed it was just minutes before five.
“You’re welcome!” I could hear her smile across the line.
There was another pause between us. “Uh, Jen?”
“Oh yeah! Oh ok. Bye!”
“Is everything…?” I didn’t get to say it fast enough. I heard a click and then dial-tone. I hung up the phone and waited for 15 minutes by the phone in case Nichole would call. Once satisfied that she wasn’t going to, I headed out the door for home.
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