Even though I don’t think I’d actually said the words to him, Mark must have known I loved him. She didn’t and I’d be damned if I didn’t feel the need to tell her I did at least once.I managed to wrangle her address from an unsuspecting Mark and showed up at her apartment door one Friday night after work. She opened the door and stared at me in silence for several moments, a cool look in her dark eyes. “What are you doing here?”So much for the warm welcome I’d hoped for. “How are you?”“Fine. Now what are you doing here?”I sighed. “We need to talk, Marlena.”“We?” She shook her head. “I don’t think there’s anything you have to say I want to hear, Paul.”“Fine. Then please just listen to me because I need to talk to you.”“Why should I? When I wanted and needed to talk to you, you didn’t give a shit and now I don’t either.”I detected a hint of pain under her anger. “I need to talk to you and I’m hoping you’re much more gracious and forgiving than I’ll ever be.”“I’m not feeling particularly gracious or forgiving at the moment.”“Please, Marlena.
