Untitled.
13 February 2002
it's been a week. i'm worried.
i can't understand why, after things were coming towards some sort of resolution, stef would just cease all contact with me for a week. not return email, not answer her phone, not even read my website.
and i worry that something bad has happened.
and later:
so lindsey's on the phone with adam right now. she had come into the kitchen and asked irene and i if she should call him. irene, who is managing the long distance thing with andrew pretty successfully, told her that she should although she might be more upset afterwards...
lindsey came in before i could write any more of this. the conversation had been short. there were tears in the corners of her eyes. and nothing had been resolved. "it didn't really even feel like i was talking to adam." and "how come you didn't tell me not to."
"by saying what?"
"how about 'don't call adam'. or by taking my europa card away."
but there would have been more meaning to anything i could have said. and maybe i was hoping that he would totally see the light and tell her all the things that she wanted to hear from him. that he would say all the things i'm hoping to hear from stef. so that she would be happy. so that she would stop looking at cornell boys.