It was a month after Lizzie had been discovered.  And Gordo was sitting in his spacious living room killing brain cells in front of the television.  The phone next to him gave a shrill cry and Gordo dropped the remote he was holding and couldn't move fast enough to press the receiver to his ear.  Breathlessly, although he had no physical reason to be, he answered, "Hello?" 

"Hey Gordo!"  Gordo's stomach clenched as he recognized the voice he hadn't heard for what was to him forever.

"Hi Lizzie."  He answered, suddenly shy and unsure of himself.  He had run this scene over his head a million times but he was already forgetting his lines.

"I'm so sorry I didn't call you earlier.  It's just that things have been so hectic."  The sound of the loud conversation and thumping bass affirmed the statement.  She barreled on, clearly at least she remembered her lines.  Not lines Gordo had envisioned but ones she had written herself.  "I know we haven't had a chance to talk, and I really want to."

Sensing his cue Gordo replied, "So do I,"  with more need and emotion than warranted.

"Well that's good!"  Her cheery and bright voice intoned.  The tension quickly mounted in the few quiet seconds that passed.

Gordo quickly offered, "Sounds like you're having quite a time.  Why don't you call back later."  He was adamant about there being an absence of background noise in the scene.

"Oh!  Actually I'll be coming back to Hillsdale in about a week, to tie up loose ends and stuff."  At this sentence Gordo's mind raced.  Was she calling him a loose end?  What did loose end even mean exactly?

Before he could kill himself with these thoughts she interrupted, "I mean, because I'm going to be moving."  Gordo's mind stopped and his mouth opened and closed as if in preparation for actual words.  "Listen, Gordo, I'll talk to you all about this when I get back, Ok?"

In a state of shock, Gordo mumbled some sounds which he hoped were words, "Yeah, sure.  When you get back."

"So I'll see you."  Gordo waited for the click and ring tone that signaled the end of the conversation, but it didn't come.  "I miss you, Gordo."  He almost heard her whisper.

Taken aback he replied sincerely, "I miss you too, Lizzie."  Gordo heard a low voice in the background and Lizzie's high and severly contrasting voice reply.  "I'm sorry, I've really gotta go."

"Ok, then.  I guess I'll ta-" Gordo stopped realizing the line was dead.