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“Let them say goodbye. Maybe it will help. I never said goodbye to the first girl I<br />
loved. I lost touch with her after we broke up.”<br />
I consider this. It seems like maybe a good option. Suzanne’s acid OJ diet is doing<br />
her no good.<br />
“What about the guy next door?”<br />
“She doesn’t owe him nothing . He’s had his fun. He’s had his jollies but now it’s<br />
over. She’ll feel better & she’ll put on some clothes. <strong>The</strong>n the Angel of Death will go away &<br />
that’s that.”<br />
“You’re good.”<br />
“But I’m not. Doing all this just makes sense. It’s a story. Something has to happen,<br />
right?”<br />
I look around & see big Jim Reality sitting a couple of stools away at Luna T’s Cafe’s<br />
bar. He raises his glass of gin to me & smiles.<br />
“Say, guy. Welcome back.”<br />
“This is a story, Jim. Something has to happen, right?”<br />
“That’s up to you.”<br />
Rebecca leans hard into me & grabs at my shoulders. “I waited like you said.”<br />
“Good. Thank you.”<br />
“What now?”<br />
“I’m not sure.”<br />
Mr. Bob fetches me a pint of Guinness which I sip at in silence. Rebecca is seated<br />
next to me, working on a sketch of me writing. Before I looked around, I guess.<br />
“Rebecca, I’ve been writing this story for nearly eight months.”<br />
“That’s long for you.”<br />
“Yes. I’ve finished stories longer than this in half the time.”<br />
“So you’re breaking your own rules?”<br />
“In a way. I don’t think I can go back to the old way. This story’s a mess. But it’s<br />
right. It insists upon itself.”<br />
“It’s funny that you still don’t trust it after 289 pages. & eight months & all.”<br />
“That’s true. I don’t. But how can I not?”<br />
Jim Reality raises his glass to me. “Go for it, Ray.”<br />
I pull Rebecca into my embrace. “Thank you.”<br />
“For what? I’ve been pretty hard to handle with my, um, doubts & all.”<br />
“No. That’s not it. Your doubts are real, a valid extension of who you’ve been all<br />
these years.”<br />
“I have a few left if you like them so much.”<br />
“We’re near the end of this story’s second part. Maybe I’ll finish even finish it<br />
tonight.”<br />
“Good.”<br />
“& that Castaneda quote that began this part, about fear, that’s what many of these<br />
pages have been about. Your fears about me, Rich’s about Franny, Suzann’s about David<br />
Time. On & on like that.”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
“But more. I’m almost 35 years old. <strong>The</strong> year is 1999. I want to be 17 & the year to<br />
be 1968. I can’t make it all right. Not the way I’ve been going about it.<br />
23<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005