see that there are a few missed calls, no messages, but it looks like Claire tried to call me a few times. The calls came in about three thirty this morning but she knows that my phone is off when I am sleeping. After I shower and get dressed I notice the message light flashing on the phone in my living room. Someone must have called my landline last night. I didn’t hear it because I set the tone to silent a few days ago when Claire was here. I didn’t want to be interrupted by my parents calling at three in the morning. That would have been an irritating situation. My parents always want to check in but they have an uncanny knack for calling at the most inconvenient time, like when I’m fucking Claire and it doesn’t help that they can’t figure out the time difference. They always call between three and four in the morning. Sure enough the time stamp on the call is three thirty three this morning. But the message is not from my parents. It’s Claire and Jenny laughing and saying that they . . . damn. I have to play it again. After listening to their message a second time, I realize that they are drunk, really drunk. They must have had a busy night at work. They are incomprehensively giddy and talking over each other. Playing it again, it sounds like they are saying goodbye to me. Fuck. Playing it again I realize that they called me from the airport. They are on their way back to Texas.
Claire’s voice is sincere; “Hey sweetie, sorry I didn’t get to say good bye in person. Honey, I had such a great time with you but I have to go home now. Cest La Vie.”
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