We don’t talk much anymore. She moved to San Francisco without saying hello. When she told me, I was duly surprised. Now she talks to me once or twice a week, always in short bursts; she tells me things such as: been working sixty hour weeks, looking for a new job, looking to go away, being antisocial. I say more than she does. I’d like us to be friends again.
Back when we first began getting to know each other, she was at UCLA, had two roommates she hated, was studying Spanish or some such things. Her name also begins with a J. It’s funny how many women I’ve been involved with whose names begin with J.