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Friday, November 16, 2012

70 deadtime

. . what i should have been steeling myself for was my ex-wife 's susceptibility to narcissitic bruising .
where  merdeth  was concerned ,  i was blessedly  out of practice .
her silence extened . i said , " he  's spending a few weeks with his uncle - adrienne's brother - in white plains , i need to be close by . he's ..... vulnerble . it's been a touch stretch for him ."
she move her cell tooo close to her lips . the sound of her breathing hit my ear like a strong wind ." you're in town . and you didn't call ?"
here it comes . i could have said ." no , merideth , i didn't call you ." but it seemed superfluous and unkind . i tokk my own temperature - i felf no animosity toward her . just compassion . i stayed silent .
"how long have you been in the city ?" she asked .
she was handing me a saltbox while she expose a fresh wound on her flesh . the familiar choreography between us , simple step exceuted with perfection , brought back memories . not good ones .
"only a few days ." i said , reducing my stay by a factor of there , reflexively  buying into whatever guilt promotion she was shoving may way .
"is he with you now ? jonas ?"
"no , he's with his aunt and uncle today . hey , i'm here , and i'm offering to meet you . right now . you want to come down here ? would you like me to come there ? we can talk . would you like that ?"

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