The Story:
I am staying for the weekend in Berkeley at Alef and Dr. Animal's house, the closest thing I have to a home right now. I got here Tuesday in the middle of the night and am leaving Sunday morning to return to camp for my last three weeks there.
A few days ago I got a not-so-gracious, unsurprisingly self-focused email from Ani about the mountain biking, beers on the beach, and topless women she's been enjoying in Spain this past week with a p.s. reading "...and I'm coming home on the 29th in case I forgot to tell you before."
The Lesson:
I will be gone by the time she gets home that night and I do not want to see or talk to her anyway. The towing company came yesterday morning and took her car to the Subaru dealership for repairs to the damage it sustained when I was rearended on 880 three weeks ago, and I sent her mail with the information about where it is and how she can be in touch with the shop and the claims agent. Otherwise, I'm done. Welcome home, my dear, you missed your chance.
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