Capítulo 12: Chapter 12

She ignored my calls and my texts and was gone—pfft!—from Facebook. I knew some of what was happening to her since we were in the same classes again, but we no longer sat together. She was cold to everyone else and frigid to me, waiting until I was up and gone before she stood to leave the classroom. I would stand a discrete distance away from the door to watch her leave, but she was always stoic, always silent as she left the building or headed up to the library.

I rarely went to the library between classes, fearing I’d make her uncomfortable. It was just so fucked up. And I hadn’t even addressed my own feelings for her.

Suze: The Armory

Out of the blue in late January I got a call from Patsy Davis. She ran for Washington and we’d chat after Pac-12 meets. I liked her. She was tall and slim and had ink-blank hair. I don’t know how she tracked me down. Probably some super-secret network of post-grad runners.