A random memory of Apollo crosses my mind, and I sigh with regret. Wasserman looks up from his book, and I quiet down. I was sitting at the kitchen table in my parents’ house when I became aware of Apollo’s presence behind me. “What’s up,” I asked, not looking up from my book. He began … Continue reading “You’re mad at me for getting a girlfriend,” he said, referring to Emma Gurney, the attractive but not-hot eleventh grader who was not as smart as my brother, but who liked him, and thus began taking him away from me on the weekends.
“May I speak with Ramdas Bingaman, please?” “Speaking. Who is this?” “Charles Bellaforte in the ISBL front office here.” “Ah, so good to hear from you, Charles. I was beginning to wonder.” “Sorry about that, sir. I have been on the phone with Regency Travel all day trying to arrange your flight to Uzbekistan. In … Continue reading But if you want certainty you are in the wrong universe.
This is the drive I always take. These are the roads and the sights I see. They remind me exclusively of her. How the coming and going is the ritual, and the ritual of a sort of mantra, and the mantra a sort of prayer. And there the bench on Mayfield, which is like a … Continue reading Ritual
The day my girlfriend and I broke up, we met and talked, took a walk around the Nature Preserve, went to a restaurant and ate lunch, had a couple of drinks, and then went to a gardening store and bought each other roses and vegetables to plant. We realized that we could not be together … Continue reading A new way to break up