for witnesses if I disappeared beneath them.
There was no requirement to answer immediately.
Once, several hours passed before her reply arrived. I caught myself checking the phone, then put it away and called a friend. When Sabrina finally wrote, she had been helping her roommate carry a secondhand dresser up a staircase.
We both regret all our life choices, she reported.
I wanted to hear the story.
That seemed like a better beginning than needing proof that she had been thinking about me every minute.
Tuesday’s restaurant was small
