dyslexic heart (epilogue)

Two weeks after Patty left me upset over her rude and insufferable behavior while spending a couple of days over at my place, she calls and asks me to meet her for a drink. It was a warm, sunny spring day and she wanted me to join her on the patio of a bar in my neighborhood. I declined her invite but let her know I wasn't happy with her and wanted to straighten things out. She suggested coming over later on in the evening and I agreed.

That night, after a drink or two, we both loosened up and I told her how inexcusable her behavior had been. Patty apologized profusely and opened up about her dealings with anti-depression medicine and how thru sheer frustration she'd been falling into erratic and self-destructive behavior patterns. I accepted her apology and offered a few words of encouragement. What else could I do?

Of course, as usual, one thing led to another and before long, we're having sex. The next morning I walked her to the subway and we kissed goodbye. More than a month has passed since that day. And with the exception of a brief e-mail I have not heard from her since.

Maybe it's for real this time.