The first phone call I made since our “just-good-friends” relation officially started, it was.
You were asleep when you got the call. It was past 12 noon. You said you’d been watching TV until really late the night before.
So it got nothing to do with me.
You sounded so sleepy, so I-ain’t-woken-up-yet, so I told you I should let you go for it’s really nothing that I called you for. “No, no, it’s okay. Go on,” said you. Then we had a nice, warm, friendly conversation—like old friends. Seemed almost like how we used to talk to one another before those things happened. But not quite.
So it really is over, after I hung up I thought.
