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Apparently, she had moved to Vermont, married some guy and<br />
taken his last name –- Golder.<br />
The phone rang about ten times. I was feeling relieved that<br />
t<strong>here</strong> was no answering machine and apparently no one home<br />
when someone picked up and said “Hello.” It was a female voice<br />
that immediately brought Helena’s face back to my memory.<br />
I paused.<br />
“Do it,” my tail demanded.<br />
“Helena?”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
“This is Ralph. Remember? We dated in college.”<br />
“Ralph? Yes. Why are you calling me?” I thought I heard the<br />
high-pitched squeal of a child in the background.<br />
“I’m not sure…”<br />
“I’ll help you this time,” my tail interjected. “Helena, I want to<br />
apologize.”<br />
“Helena, I want to apologize.”<br />
“For what?”<br />
My tail said, “I want to apologize for dating you with the sole<br />
goal of sleeping with you.”<br />
I repeated the statement.<br />
“We never slept together,” Helena countered. I heard her<br />
moving around, the child’s squeals fading, then the sound of a door<br />
shutting.<br />
“Excuse me?”<br />
“I said we never slept together.”<br />
“Well, I beg to differ -- yes we did.”<br />
Helena’s voice became very stilted –- even more than it had<br />
been already.<br />
“Listen, Ralph. I am a different person than you knew in<br />
college. I have cleansed myself of all of my past sins, including you.<br />
As far as having sexual relations with you –- in regards to Jesus and<br />
me –- it never happened. I am married. I have two children. And,<br />
up until two minutes ago, you didn’t exist. Now, I’d like it if you<br />
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