I am leaving here soon. What’s going on?
When I finished the second glass of wine, there was nothing to do but leave. The waitress had probably told the wait staff about my situation and they were all giving me the injured-baby-bird-on-the-side-of-the-road face. I plunked down a twenty on the table and smiled my way out to my car.
As soon as I put the key into the ignition, Ian wrote back.
FROM: IAN DUPREE
TIME: 10:05pm
I have a situation. I’m sorry.
TO: IAN DUPREE
TIME: 10:06pm
Sorry about?
FROM: IAN DUPREE
TIME: 10:27pm
I can’t come.
TO: IAN DUPREE
TIME: 10:28pm
Can’t or won’t?
I sat in the car and waited another ten minutes for a response.
FROM: IAN DUPREE
TIME: 10:39pm
She called me.
TO: IAN DUPREE
TIME: 10:40pm
And? Just say what’s going on.
FROM: IAN DUPREE
TIME: 10:50pm
; It’s your birthday. I just feel like such an asshole.
FROM: IAN DUPREE
TIME: 10:51pm
I can’t do this anymore. I can’t hurt two people.
TO: IAN DUPREE