But he doesn’t answer. And unfortunately, I don’t think “I love you I’m sorry please love me again” is the kind of thing you can leave on a voice mail or send in a text. But I can’t turn up to Potstill to tell him how I feel about him, and beg him to forgive me, while I’m looking like shit, all windswept and subway-sweaty. I know people do that in the movies, but this is real life. In fact, if this was a movie, I would have fallen in love with Joe the moment I met him, or the moment I kissed him, or the moment he told me he loved me. But I didn’t. Or maybe I did fall. But I didn’t realize. Whatever. And if I’m going to really do this, I need to do it looking as good as I can. So I need to go home to Rookhaven. I also have some other amends to make. I need to talk to Madeleine. And my sister. They’re just as important as Joe. When I walk into the kitchen at Rookhaven, Julia is there. She’s sitting at the kitchen table in her suit, staring blankly into space. It’s midafternoon on a Friday.
