After a quick shower I opt to add a mayonnaise treatment to my hair and let it sit under a shower cap for a while when I get a ring from the landlady who lives on the first floor. She says that there’s a package downstairs for me but it’s quite heavy so she’ll have someone bring it up. The package, when it’s brought to my door by her burly bear of a husband, is a huge case of wine. My favorite wine. And a note taped to the top in such familiar writing, my world tilts upside down. Rachel, I couldn’t keep all these to myself. I’ll never forget the look on your face when you met your new obsession. M. S. I reread it several times. I read even the white spaces between the letters. I read the M and the S and everything he wrote. God. My obsession is YOU. Exhaling shakily, I bend and heave a little as I carry the box inside, lock the door behind me, then I head to my room and lift my cell phone in trembling hands, press SIN, and call.
