KLEMPNER
In the guest room, the single I slept in is as I left it, the blankets rumpled, the sheet thrown back from when she invited me to sleep with her.
Let-down gnaws at me.
Did I offend her that much?
With a gift?
Glumly, I head back out where the taxi driver stands leaning against his vehicle blowing smoke rings into the evening air.
He humps my case into the back again. "Where to, Boss?"
I give him Mitch's old address; that dingy apartment which, apparently, she prefers to all that I offered her...
Gave her...
The taxi pulls away, the garish harbour lights irritating me with their dazzle.
What do I say to her?
Hi... you just flushed my gift down the drain...
As we pull up again, I look up, reflexively seeking her window. Again, it's in darkness. I check my watch.
Headed out...?
Working again?
The cabbie twists in his seat. "Want me to wait again?"
"Please, yes."