this morning #1527.
this morning, i tried calling her again. she still hadn’t responded to any of the voicemails that i left her yesterday. i have to assume that, because i rubbed her the wrong way, she’s flat out ignoring my calls. i have to let her know about the papers i’d found next door. i need to redeem myself. they’re the story she’s been searching for. on the fifth ring, she picked up. immediately treated me like the liar that i likely seemed to be. as i told her what i’d found, i could hear her eye rolls on the other end of the line. she left me no choice, forced me to divulge way more info than i wanted to over the phone. eventually, her tone shifted & by night, she was sitting at my kitchen table sifting through my neighbor’s secrets.