There was no reason in hell a workman should be privy to the emails. He’d had to ask her out to distract her. He knew, he knew, he shouldn’t be involved with her. His concentration on his job was shot when he was with her. He should be glad that she was going to California. Except that he missed her already and she’d left only last night. Hell! His emotions were a mass of contradictions, and that had never happened to him. Things had been easy with Angie. The relationship had progressed normally to its natural conclusion. He didn’t tie himself in knots over women. But with Elizabeita, time together had been a roller coaster out of control. The introspection didn’t stop him from checking his texts, though, to see if she’d contacted him. She had. Arrived safely. I slept on the plane. Workshops today on Paul Klee, Piet Mondrian and de Kooning. I’m sending a picture of one of the latter’s paintings.
