She didn't see me.
I was in a drugstore buying paper for some letters I was going to write.
She was looking through the magazines. I wanted to tell her what a bitch I thought she was for the pain she caused me and finally that Fran was right, she was evil incarnate.
But I didn't say anything. I held my tongue and waited in the deodorant aisle until she went on her way.
I paid for my things and went back to my place, spending the day writing letters to my family and friends back home.
Dealerman called me this morning. The shipment was in and I could pick it up tomorrow. I wanted to tell him I didn't want it anymore, but I thought the phone might be tapped.
I was right.
As soon as I hung up, Friday called to tell me it was a go.
I put the stamp on the one to my parents and went to write the last letter.
"Dear Fran,Why must I always apologize every time I see you? It's getting on my nerves and I won't do it here. This is just a letter of thanks. I want to thank you for all that you've done for me. You made me learn how to control my anger. You've made me swear off roommates forever. You've been a pain in my ass from day one. Maybe that's why I like you as much as I do. I know you're reading this and thinking I should spare the melodrama. I'm sorry I can't. I've been hanging around all these fags, and have turned into a drama queen. I have something I am being forced to do and I may never come back.If something happens to me and you see it on the news. It's not what it seems. I didn't do what it looks like I did. I was set up by two cops. You'll know which two. They'll be the ones giving the interviews on TV. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for being a lesbian. If you weren't, I may have fallen head over heels for you and that would have been a real crime. We'd of killed each other. I hope to see you soon, so I can say this letter was a joke.
Yours,
Mike."
I read it over, crumpled it up, and threw it in the trash.
