. but i wasn't there , yet . new jork was what i needed .
summer in the city ? part of package . i coped by breathing through my mouth and learning to sweat .
if i'd been walking hungry and empty -handed into the empanadas place on thirty-nigth when the new phone in my pocket chimed - jonas's first task the next time i saw him was going to be to download me less embarrassiong ringtone - i probably would have let the call roll over to voie mail . but i was walking out of the restaurant , still hungry , with my take-out lunch already in hand . my plan was to eat my lunch in close proximity to the air conditioner in ottavia's living room . i fingured i could take care of the call on the walk back to my flat without postponing my meal .
caller ID on my mobile real E LETTER . the name rang no bells . i flipped open the phone party because i was curious to know who E leffle was .
" hello , " i said , joining a dozen pedestrians on that block of midtown with a mobile phone stuch to an ear . i had intentionally tried to sound neutral in my greating , but i could tell that i'd tinged the " hello " with suspicion that the caller had reached me in error .
"alan ? it's me ," she said .
me . merideth .
"meriudethj ? hi ." leffle . eric lefler . ah , yes . her fiance , or by now , perhaps husband. the big-time consulting genius . some hale fellow at the something foundation . a talking head for the network that wrote merideth's paychecks .
i said , " how are you ? how's that baby of yours doing ?"
i did the gestational equation . merideth had announced that she had been ten weeks pregnant when i saw her after adrienne's funeral . she should been tweny-two , twenty - three weeks along . i imaginned her belly . cantaloupe-to-volley ball round .
"not so good , " she said in reply to my question . her voice was tentative .
summer in the city ? part of package . i coped by breathing through my mouth and learning to sweat .
if i'd been walking hungry and empty -handed into the empanadas place on thirty-nigth when the new phone in my pocket chimed - jonas's first task the next time i saw him was going to be to download me less embarrassiong ringtone - i probably would have let the call roll over to voie mail . but i was walking out of the restaurant , still hungry , with my take-out lunch already in hand . my plan was to eat my lunch in close proximity to the air conditioner in ottavia's living room . i fingured i could take care of the call on the walk back to my flat without postponing my meal .
caller ID on my mobile real E LETTER . the name rang no bells . i flipped open the phone party because i was curious to know who E leffle was .
" hello , " i said , joining a dozen pedestrians on that block of midtown with a mobile phone stuch to an ear . i had intentionally tried to sound neutral in my greating , but i could tell that i'd tinged the " hello " with suspicion that the caller had reached me in error .
"alan ? it's me ," she said .
me . merideth .
"meriudethj ? hi ." leffle . eric lefler . ah , yes . her fiance , or by now , perhaps husband. the big-time consulting genius . some hale fellow at the something foundation . a talking head for the network that wrote merideth's paychecks .
i said , " how are you ? how's that baby of yours doing ?"
i did the gestational equation . merideth had announced that she had been ten weeks pregnant when i saw her after adrienne's funeral . she should been tweny-two , twenty - three weeks along . i imaginned her belly . cantaloupe-to-volley ball round .
"not so good , " she said in reply to my question . her voice was tentative .
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