Oh my god. This is so bad. You know what? It's okay because Maureen was just really depressed about the fight she and Joanne had and it wasn't really us doing it, it was the vodka.
Maureen stepped out of my bedroom wearing my sweatshirt, and panties. That was all.
"Mark," she said, "never tell Joanne."
That was all there was left to say. She put on her pants, found the
liquor on the couch, took one last sip, and left. She left. She left.
She left. But why does that upset me so much?
Roger stayed at Mimi's place last night. I went down there and knocked on the door. Roger came to the door already fully dressed. He asked me what's up. "I slept with Maureen." I whispered. Roger didn't say a word. He just put on his coat and grabbed my arm and pulled me. We ended up at the Life. It wasn't like our normal visits to the Life. They just let us right in and all we did was sit at a booth and have coffee. I don't think it was until that moment the news I had told Roger had set in.
"WHAT?" Roger more yelled at me that asked me. The whole restaurant turned their heads.
"Shh!" I whispered. "It was just a one time thing, she was really depressed, and we both were very drunk. But that's not the weird part. The weird part is, I enjoyed it and when she left, I missed her. I don't know what it could have been but it just rushed back all these feelings."
"Whoa, dude." Said Roger, "You want to know what I think? I think you need to talk to Maureen. Tell her how you feel- get everything out there. Then you can work past this."
I went over to Maureen's apartment. She opened the door slowly. She was still wearing the same thing she was wearing at my place. Except two things were different- she had an expression on her face like a scared little child, and mascara was dripping all down her face.
Softly, I asked, "Can I come in?"
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