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Page 5 of 5 I headed for the liquor cabinet, pulled out my favorite Chardonnay.
”We are both hopeful for a miracle. But right now – we’re doing some action. So hurry up and go get that fool.”
Sounds of chair scraping comes over the speakerphone.
I leaned down, spoke in a semi-whisper, “Monica?”From a distance, “Yes?”
“You know this is just the Alzheimer’s talking, right? It’s not the real Jamey. Not that guy that waited 30+ years to get married. Not the Jamey that waited until he met the absolute, ‘perfect woman.’ “You mean, me?” “Yes, you.” Silence. “I don’t know anymore, Gina.”
“Look Monica, I will do all I can for a friend. Especially a friend in need. But you’re gonna be my friend, also. That’s how this works and how I roll. Either I’m a friend with the husband and his wife – or no friend at all.”
“Thank you, Gina.” The sound of her footsteps drifted away to silence.
I glanced nervously at the clock again; bit my bottom lip.
Did I mention, my beaufriend is a former NBA star? Has his own website and answers blogs from dozens of female fans every day – about basketball, of course. Still, I wonder when he’s going to call me with his apology. And how we’re going to arrange for our hot make-up sex? Date. I mean date. Oops!
So…
How come I almost fell off my chair when Jamey’s warm, lazy-like-molasses voice spoke those magic words,
“Hey, My Sweetie. I can’t wait to see you again.”
And just like that, I, Gina McGee headed G-force – back down memory lane.
To be continued…
Copyright 2006 Autumn Sunrise Productions
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