Isha Marquez
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“Hi Teresa… hi. Look I’m sorry… I won’t be able to make our appointment today– I know it’s short notice…but it’s Melinda… she hasn’t been returning my calls… it’s not like her. I don’t know what to do… You see, I– I can’t think of where she is that she isn’t even returning my calls…but then I think… well, she’s probably giving me the silent treatment you know– not picking up when it rings… not answering the door… not reading her emails. But it’s so cruel. It’s so out of character for her. She’s not like that. But– but it does reek of Christopher. It’s probably his advice. Distance and some crap about moving on and weaning me off her… Bastard… No, she wouldn’t– she couldn’t do that… not of her own accord… So why– why isn’t she picking up? She should. She normally does. That’s what works for us…we lean on each other even though we’re not together… she’ll sometimes call me and tell me about Christopher. Well… it was only that once… but we spoke for an hour, she spoke, I listened. Yeah, listened…! I just like to know that I can call her if I need to and I think… I think she likes to know that I’m on the other end too… You understand, right? …But I guess– you don’t approve do you? No. I suppose not… But you see… it makes– it makes sense to me. It makes this whole divorce procedure bearable– it’s not so final. But now– well, now… I don’t know…I– I don’t want to sign the bloody divorce. Yeah. And I want to tell her I won’t bloody sign it. She can’t just go off with Christopher. What does he know? Not over my dead body– how can she listen to him? How can she even be interested in him? He wears… he has gel in his hair for God’s sake! He’s in his forties. Doesn’t he know you’re not supposed to have gel in your hair when it’s receding? Pillock. It’s all wrong. She’s just going through some bloody midlife crisis. It’s probably her menopause... I’m not about to let her make this mistake… just because she’s got all those hormones whizzing round her making her do-lally… No. I won’t sign it. It’ll be for her own good… But how…how am I going to tell her if she isn’t even picking up? Where is she? God listen to me. She might be… how could I have said those things? …She might be lying in a hospital somewhere…perhaps no one thought of phoning me…that’s probably it. Her family never did like me– perhaps that’s what’s happened? …Bloody hell! How do I know unless she picks up? Someone pick up. I don’t know what I would do if– if… God– I can’t help thinking of the worst… How can I divorce her? I want to know how she is. I want to be there for all the events in her life… and all the non-events. I miss her. I miss her chatter. I used to hate it– the woman wouldn’t shut up. Now there’s nothing I’d like to hear more. I miss– I miss her at night time when I’m lying in bed– no-no nothing like that… I mean, I miss that too, but I mean, the nights when we were too tired to do anything other than talk with our eyes shut…she would chat mostly. She’d chat quietly… and… I’d fall asleep to the sound of her voice…she never had a bad word to say about anyone. Yeah. She’s really special like that. Falling asleep…that’s the hardest… those moments before I fall asleep… and weekends. Now I have all these things I want to tell her… things that would make her laugh… and she’s not there… she won’t know how I was thinking of her. I wish… I wish she’d pick up. Just pick up. Damn. Damn this. You know, I used to be the one that they called. I’m not supposed to be the one on this end of the phone… I should know how she is– where she is… God– I miss her… I even miss her shouting… this silence is unbearable… I just need to hear her… I can’t leave just in case she calls…she might call… So you see– I can’t come in today…I’m sorry Teresa… I hope you understand. I have to go…I have to see if she’s called…she might have called... well… bye. Oh… it’s Peter by the way.”