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Helena.<br />
Her house was a powder blue cape. A red SUV sat in the<br />
driveway. T<strong>here</strong> was another set of tire tracks in the snow-cover<br />
that led up to an empty space beside it. Since it was around two in<br />
the afternoon on a Tuesday, I assumed her husband was at work.<br />
“So, how will I do this?”<br />
“Let’s make sure she is home alone first. Then you go up to the<br />
front door, knock, and apologize. I’ll walk you through it.”<br />
I saw shadows pass back and forth behind sheer white curtains<br />
in the downstairs windows.<br />
We watched for a few minutes to be sure she was alone.<br />
I considered the absurdity of my situation.<br />
I had driven hundreds of miles, much of it in the snow, which I<br />
hate. I was now prepared to apologize, again, to a distant exgirlfriend<br />
with the aid of a Cyrano de Bergerac-like talking tail.<br />
I tried not to think about it too much, because it made me reconsider<br />
my sanity again.<br />
I thought about the story of Cyrano de Bergerac though. His<br />
ability to romance women with words. His unattractive face. How<br />
Cyrano helps another man woo the woman Cyrano loves.<br />
Helena suddenly appeared in an upstairs window with the<br />
curtains pulled back. She carried a load of laundry, which she<br />
dropped onto a bed and began to fold.<br />
“T<strong>here</strong> she is,” I whispered.<br />
Helena looked more matronly than she did in college. Her face<br />
seemed to have widened a bit, as had her body in general. But even<br />
from across the street, over a yard and through a window, I could<br />
make out her thick dark hair and her long eye-lashed eyes. She was<br />
still beautiful. She was still alluring.<br />
“Go. Go for it. I’ll tell you what to do,” my tail sputtered.<br />
Then it occurred to me: Cyrano. My tail’s plan. Helena. How<br />
could I have been so stupid?<br />
“You want me to get back with Helena, don’t you?”<br />
“What are you talking about? Go over t<strong>here</strong>. Now’s your<br />
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