Friday of this week comes.
My mother checks up on me via cellphone. I ignore her.
David visits me again. I ignore him.
Somehow, someway, Jamie obtains access inside my apartment building. I don’t know how this happens when the building has a top-of-the-line access security system. Who knows?
He bangs on my apartment’s front door. “Let me in. We need to talk. You’re mother actually called me. She’s demanding me to find out if you’re living or dying. She wants to apologize to you for ignoring you the other day.”
I yell through the closed and locked door, “Leave me alone, Jamie! I’m fine!”
“You don’t have to be mean about it,” he says through the door. “I just need to know if you’re okay or not.”
“Whatever,” I tell him, sitting on my sofa. I think about taking a book to the balcony and
