“Hello.” “Hello.” I repeated.
Caller Id already told me who it was.
“Jill?” I called out to her.
She took a deep breath.
“What’s wrong!” I asked.
“Girl…can you hear me?” she asked.
“Yes. I can hear you. What’s wrong, girl?” I inquired-she sounded sooo numb on the other end.
When I didn’t hear her say anything for a few seconds, I decided to sit back in this moment with her as I listened to her footsteps pace across the hardwood floor of her house while listening to her breathe through the echo.
A couple minutes later she asked, “Does it sound hollow in here to you?”
“Yeah, I mean…you do sound ‘open,’ I replied.
“That’s because I just came home to a COMPLETELY empty house. All that’s here is what I came with: My bed, my clothes and my lil’ dinette set in the small kitchen,” she said.
Immediately my mind started to play out how large she and her boyfriend’s section of the two bedroom house was and remembered exactly how the big pool table sat in the middle of that large, completely furnished living room and expensive dining room area. I thought about how their apartment was decorated such that it was male and female friendly-complete with big, heavy, expensive fixtures from room to room of the one-floor flat. Then I had to ask:
“What the hell happened! Why is nothing there?”
Long pause.
…”Because the m0therfucker came and moved out while we were out for the night!”
“Wait a minute!” I replied.
“Didn’t you tell me you and him went out to dinner and a movie tonight!? When’d this happen?” I asked.
