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Things Not Made To Open - 34 by scryier
I didn't hear from Jennifer for a good six weeks and deep down inside, I wasn't all that happy about it. She was, however, talking to my sister. She wouldn't leave my sister alone. She never had anything nice to say to me, about my sister, but now, all of a sudden she's calling my sister, everyday. I began to imagine she'd never be out of my hair. She'd make sure I spent the rest of my life, knowing what I missed and I'm not happy about it. I'm so angry with myself. I never should have gotten involved with her to begin with, but I did.
I start spending more and more of my time with friends. I do dinner with Steve and his fiance. I talk to Shannon and Lorraine. I bury myself in my writing and the New England Titans and I'm surprised at how much I miss Jennifer.
This is my life for two months and then the phone calls start all over again.
I pick up the phone and it's Jennifer.
"Hi," she says.
"Why are you calling me?"
"I just want to know how you are."
"You could have asked my sister."
She doesn't say anything.
"Do you remember the time we talked about the things you want?" I asked. We had this discussion on numerous occasions. "You said you wanted a house. You said you didn't want to work. You said you needed somebody who could take you to Israel, or, Europe , once a year. I'm not that somebody, Jennifer. So leave me alone."
I hung up on her. I couldn't deal with her. I couldn't deal with that much love.
Jennifer kept calling. After a while, she stopped saying hello. She would just listen to me talk into the phone. It went on for weeks and weeks, all hours of the night. It was driving me insane. I would shut off the ringer of every phone in the house, but mine. I couldn't bring myself to shut off mine. I'd shut off every phone in the house and then think, what if there's a family emergency and someone calls?
I had to leave a phone on.
Then, one night the phone rings and I lift the receiver and I shout out some obscenity and it isn't even Jennifer on the other end of the line.
It's the operator. "You have a collect call from Koa. Will you accept the charges?"
"Yes, sir. Will you accept the charges?"
It's Koa and she's crying.
"Please help me."
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