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She sounded pissed but
there was no hint of guilt in her tone. So maybe he’d got it
all wrong and all the alcohol and misery had been for nothing.
    “ I’m
an idiot?” he ventured.
    “ That
goes without saying,” she replied. Her self-righteous tone
further lifted his spirits. If she was cheating on him wouldn’t
she sound more apologetic or guilty? Less like…she wanted to
gut him like a fish?
    “ I…came
by the hospital yesterday,” he said slowly, eyes mostly on the
ground as he darted occasional glances at her. “I wanted to
cook you a nice dinner maybe, talk about your day. I heard about the
accident on I-295; the news said most patients were taken to your
clinic. I knew you’d have had a rough day.” He glanced up
and saw that Meaghan’s expression had softened slightly. But
her arms were still crossed and her stance was still combative.
    “ So
then I arrive at the hospital and you’re leaving with some guy
who is entirely too solicitous of your welfare. And you take him to
La Trattoria of all places and you guys are looking all cozy and
intimate talking over your cappuccinos…it was…disconcerting,”
Dean continued, looking at her to see how she was taking all this.
She was still listening intently but her arms were loosening up so
that was good…he hoped.
    “ So
yeah I followed you. But I texted you and asked you where you were
and you lied to me. You lied to me Meaghan. What was I supposed to think? Furthermore, I ask you to come
by and see me last night and you blow me off. What would you think?” Dean’s voice had risen throughout this speech as
he remembered his trials and tribulations of the day before.
    “ You
couldn’t wait to talk to me before you start throwing around
accusations and insults?” Meaghan asked coldly.
    “ I
was blind drunk Megs, I can’t even remember sending those
texts.”
    “ Wow,
you’re blaming drunk texting ?”
she demanded.
    “ I’m
not blaming it. I’m just telling you how it was,” Dean
clarified. “Now my head is pounding like a motherfucker and
obviously I was wrong, so if you’re here to break up with me do
it quickly so I can go finish up killing myself.”
    Meaghan stared at
him, incredulity in her eyes. He stared back at her waiting. Suddenly
she burst out into loud laughter, bending over and clutching her
stomach with the force of it.
    “ God
this is soooo stupid,” she said in between snorts. Dean smiled
tentatively at her.
    “ Yeah?”
he asked hopefully.
    “ Yeah,”
she replied nodding her head. She straightened up still hiccuping.
“Tell you what, I’ll let you get your rest or your
suicide on, whatever, and we can pick this up when you’re sober
and…not hung-over.”
    Meaghan took a step
toward the door but Dean’s hand snaked out and closed around
her wrist. “Wait. You’re not going to explain yourself?”
    Meaghan turned to
face him, the glare back in full effect, “Tell you what, we’ll
chalk that one up to you being hung-over, still drunk and filled with
bitterness. It’s your last free pass though. Let go of my
hand.” She bit out every word and her face was thunderous. Dean
slowly let go of her hand and stepped back. Clearly he wasn’t
getting any answers today. Or maybe ever, who knew with Meaghan? She
took the last two steps that brought her to the door and walked out
without another word. Dean waited, swaying on his feet to hear her
footsteps climbing back up the stairs and her opening the door to say
that she was just kidding – of course she would explain and he
should quit being such a baby about everything. Then she’d
maybe put her arms around him and kiss him like she meant it. And he
would kiss her back, whisper apologies into her neck and endearments
into her skin. He would let her know just how much she meant to him
so that she knew that all those insults were just the product of a
breaking heart; he hadn’t actually meant any of them…
    He waited and
waited, but she didn’t come back.

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