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Fran

December 16, 1995




"Dear Fran, Sorry, you couldn't be here so we could talk. But it's over. I love you, but I'm not in love with you. It's too hard like this and I can't do it anymore. "

"Okay, okay, do you have to read it out loud, for chrissakes???" I said to Greg.

"Oh, sorry, sweetie." He sighed and folded the crumpled note back up neatly. I cried. I hated to cry, but I had to. My heart felt like it was being wrenched out of me. Every time I breathed, it would escape and explode. Christine left me. She left me! Without a clue!

We sat there on the sofa for a long time with me blubbering and Greg hugging me and rocking me, back and forth. I started to get a little seasick.

Fran, upset
"God, I hate women," I said, when I could finally breathe, my sorrow finally giving way to my anger.

"No, you don't honey." quipped Greg. "You're a lesbian. You love women. You just hate this one particular woman."

"What a bitch! She didn't even have the nerve to confront me face to face.ä "Yeah," said Greg. "That was pretty lame."

"And then she had the gall to say she wants the bed!?!?! The BED! Well, if she thinks she's getting this bed, she's got another thing coming! I don't care if we bought it from her uncle's store. We both paid for this bed and I'm not giving it up! Hah!"

Greg encouraged my tirade. He said it was a good cleansing exercise. So I went on and on -- about her smoking, her drinking, her sloppiness, her leaving dishes in the sink for days and never closing any of the drawers after she opened them. I had almost convinced myself that she was a complete and utter asshole, and then I was wailing again.

"Whaa-y?! Whaaiy did she leave me?? She didn't even give us a chance."

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A few hours later, I managed to get myself under some control and think about the situation. Shit. I needed money and/or a roommate fast. Rent was due and there was no way I could cover it myself. My last film job ended almost four weeks ago and nothing new was lined up. Greg was broke, nothing new there. Andrew didn't have any work catering, and Hugo. Hugo --he'll give you the shirt off his back, but not the last dollar out of his pocket. I wracked my brain, but everyone else I knew had about as much to spare as I did. That only left one alternative....


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