When she was finally gone, I gave way to the laughter. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I clutched my sides. Still gasping for breath, I picked up my phone and called Brian.
The phone rang into voicemail. I waited for the recording and finally the beep:
“Hey Brian,” I said, trying not to pant into the receiver. “I talked to her.” Pausing, I found that I didn’t know what else to say. “I don’t know if she…” eventually, I hung up.
The tears returned as memories of Karen came unbidden like a flood.
“Be good to her,” I said.
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