Only Heather appears content, happy that things are returning to normal. Ernie is still morose after his failure with Marjorie in Accounts; Karen is worried but another minute aspect of her wedding arrangements; and Paul’s not speaking to me. I wish Sean was here to brighten things up, but he’s away again, parachuting off the Gulf of Mexico or somewhere. And most significantly, all is quiet on the Dawn front. I think she’s forgotten about me. On Christmas Eve I received a text that had my heart spinning, which said: I cant get you out of my head now, and on Christmas Day I received a couple texts thanking me for my presents, to which I responded in kind, but since then, bugger all. I texted her twice on Boxing Day, and twice again the following day, each one a little more desperate, but nothing in return. Now pride prevents me from trying again. And it’s so painful, this silence, this continual checking of my phone; my yell into the wilderness: Oh, Dawn, what have you done to me?
