“No. Do you want me to help you pack things up?” My voice cracks, because I don’t really want to help her pack thingsup.
“Okay. Thankyou.”
I pick up some packing tape and unfold a box. “Why don’t you ask him to callme?”
“Hmm?”
“Why am I the one who has to reach out to him? Why don’t you tell himheshould callme?”
She looksdown.
“Oh. I see.” She has asked him to and he hasn’t. “Well there you go. At least we’re on the samepage.”
“Notexactly.”
“He probably doesn’t even care, does he? Aboutme?”
Maya snorts. “Please.”
“Is he seeingsomeone?”
“Of coursenot.”
“Is he bringing a date to thewedding?”
“Erin. No. Of coursenot.”
“Does he seem even the slightest bit disturbed by the fact that he hasn’t seen or spoken to me sinceLAX?”
“You should ask him thisyourself.”
“No.”
“Okaythen.”
“Sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize tome.”
“Are you saying I should apologize to him? What did he say toyou?”
“Nothing. He didn’t say anything about how you were, I just—I love you, you know I love you, and I know that deep down you’re a sweet little angel, but sometimes with guys you canbe…”
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just—are you sure Scott knows how you really feel abouthim?”
“He knows I’m mad at him,yes.”
“That’s not what I mean and you knowit.”
“Maya. I told you, I was different with him in New York. I was nice to him. I acted like his girlfriend in New York, and he was…he was amazing. He really was amazing, and I saw him differently, and Ithought…”
“You thoughtwhat?”
“I don’t know. I thought wrong. Or I behaved wrong. I don’t know. It’sover.”
“It’s notover.”
