To say I was shocked didn’t cut it. ‘Where are you calling me from?’ I asked, incredulous. ‘A pay phone. I wanted to see if you were busy today.’ ‘I have classes until four. Do you realise this is the first time you’ve called me on the phone?’ I imagined him smile at the other end of the line. ‘Is that a good thing?’ ‘Yeah, it’s great!’ ‘So, four o’clock, you want to have some dinner at my place?’ ‘What’s this in aid of? Last time I saw you, you couldn’t wait for me to leave.’ ‘I think we both know I tend to overreact at times. I guess – I’d like to make it up to you. You can bring your boyfriend if you like.’ I heard him struggling to construct that sentence and I was touched. I told him I’d meet him and that he had some considerable making up to do. ‘You seem bent on making me hate you and then you want to make up, what’s that about?’ ‘Red, please–’ ‘Okay, okay, see you later.’ I laughed and hung up.
