A week later, it was the first of August. My delectable neighbor had been entertaining guests that looked like members of his family for the past few days, and a woman that I’d been seeing over there regularly was hanging possessively onto his arm. I saw a ring on her finger, a pretty huge damn rock.
Geez, as if I’d needed any more proof. Mandu, the cat, had stopped coming over, too. Perhaps the pesky puss was enamored with the new woman. All I could do now was either keep pining over my neighbor like a loser, or move on. Hell, maybe even move houses. It was a rental anyway.
The ringing of my cell phone interrupted my maudlin musings.
“Hello?” I answered without looking at the caller ID. It was a bad habit of mine that had cost me wasted seconds on telemarketing spiels in the past.
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