Nothing Much To Say
It felt good to get back to normal after everything that had happened over the weekend. I had dinner with my floormates, did my homework, then went out for beer with them at about ten.
The big topic of discussion at Huey's, our local bar, was the election, and the effect that any one of the candidates would have on the economy, the energy problems and the status of the United States afterwards. I wasn't interested at all in the conversation, and zoned out through most of it, using the time to meditate on my current situation with Kate, and with, or rather without, Rosalie. Eddie could tell that something was amiss, and slid up beside me.
"So, what's going on, mo?"
"Nothing much. Just thinking. I've heard enough about the election for the rest of my life."
"So, who was the note from?"
"What note?" I asked, trying to avoid the question.
"You know. The one on the heavy paper in the purple ink."
"It was peacock blue, not purple."
"Oh, Mr. Decorator here!" He swatted me playfully. "How would you know that it was peacock blue?"
"I had a nun that used to write in that color. OK, if you must know, it was from Rosalie."
"What'd she do, dump you or something?"
"Not really. It was more like she told me that she's going away for a while, and she'll be in touch once she gets some things worked out."
"So she did dump you. Oh, man, that sucks. But hey, you got things going with Kate, don't you?"
"Yeah, but she's going to be in the hospital until after the holidays, and probably won't be out of her cast until after Christmas sometime."
"She ain't gonna be in the hospital that long, is she?"
"Probably not. She's probably going to go home in a few days. But she'll be laid up until after the holidays, probably. I mean, she broke her hip, not her leg. That takes longer to heal, I think."
"So? You got other possibilities, don't you?"
"Yeah, but I had wanted to see what was going to happen with Kate, and with Rosalie. Now it's like, they're both out of reach."
"Tony, like my brother always says, women are like buses. If you miss one, another one comes along pretty soon. And neither one of them could blame you for going out and having a good time, could they?"
I sighed. "I guess not."
"Hey, you know, there's a frat party on Friday night. Maybe you'll run into someone there. Wanna go?"
"Eh, let me think about it. It's not like I have a whole lot going on these days, but I don't know if I want to stoop to going to a frat party."
"Why not? There's lots of beer, and good looking chicks, and decent music, usually." I gave him a look, and he sat back. "Yeah, OK, well think about it, OK?"
"All right, I will." I looked up at the projection TV, and saw that Gerald Ford was giving his concession speech. I lit another cigarette and ordered another beer.