That’s what. He changed me. Made me guarded. Cautious. True, we didn’t go out for very long. True, I broke up with him when he turned into an abusive jerk. But you know what, Nbook? “Breaking up” is the wrong phrase. You don’t break. Not totally. Now when the breakee still wants to get back together. And he sends you notes and puts little unwanted gifts in your locker and stares at you in the hallway and generally makes your life tense and miserable. After awhile, the fire is sucked out of you. Well, no more. Today I stop feeling sorry for myself. Face it, Vargas. Things aren’t as bad as they used to be. James is fading. The notes have stopped. He’s losing interest. Which ie exactly what I wanted. No more excuses. It’s back to the Old Amalia. 002 I tell Mami my thoughts about Maggie. She said, “Its never too late to talk to her.” I say, “I’ll take her to dinner at Body-Soul Joy.” And she says, “I’ll drive you.” I am so glad to have a mom like her. So I call Maggie right away.
