This morning, very early, D woke up and left to go to an appointment. I stayed in his bed snuggled under the soft comforter fast asleep. I remember him kissing me before he left, commanding me not to move 'til his return. Happily I obliged. Then somewhere around 9 A.M. his cell phone started ringing. In my sleepy haze I thought it was the alarm. I flipped it open and closed it again, pulling the covers back over my head, and fading back into warm sleep. But it started ringing AGAIN. I grabbed it and looked at it. Lit up in the Caller ID window was A's name. What does that little bitch need to be calling him at 9 A.M. for? All sorts of naughty thoughts ran through my head. I wanted to answer it. Just to stick it to her. But I didn't. I just stared at it. Then when it stopped ringing, I stared at the ceiling for awhile, trying to figure out if I wanted to feel jealous or not. I went with not. Seemed like the best plan.

After all, the night before he had left a drawer open in the dresser, empty except for a flower. A drawer for me to put my things in. He also slipped the extra key to his place back on my keyring. I don't think anyone has ever had those things from him before. I'm the first.

Let her call.