is to find Robyn’s apartment,
not far from the University of the Pacific.
Driving by the brick-and-ivy campus,
I almost envy the students,
walking alone or sitting in groups,
looking at their books—and each other.
Guys. Girls. Tight jeans and T-shirts.
Big Gulps here. Cigarettes there.
It’s all so normal. Then it comes
to me that one of those
students is Robyn, who is anything
but “normal.” You can hide
a lot, or maybe just get away with
a lot, if you play your cards right.
I only hope the hand I’m about to deal
&
nbsp; myself will hold an ace or two.
I Locate Robyn’s Apartment
Building C-9. Third floor.
I’m early, but not too,
so I sit on the stairs to
wait.
And wait. Four o’clock
comes and goes. Still I sit,
not too worried about
Robyn getting home
late.
Even on her best days,
clock-watching was
never her greatest