In the end, she didn’t even leave Bethany a note.
Dana toyed with the idea, really she did, but thought she should tell her friend in person she was leaving. She owed Bethany that much, didn’t she? The evening before she was scheduled to take the ten-thirty Greyhound bus south the next morning, she waited up late for Bethany to come home from work so they could talk things out. Well, maybe not everything, but at least she’d say goodbye.
Six o’clock came and went without any sign of her roommate. Okay, fine. Bethany usually ran late. Dana ordered in Chinese from down the street and waited for the delivery guy to ring the buzzer outside to let her know he was downstairs so she could go pay him. The Chinese food was top notch in Manhattan, and if nothing else, she knew she was going to miss
