Two, three years later she calls him from Boston.
Tells him she's broken up, wasted herself.
She hated--hates--fucking baseball. (The new boyfriend was a baseball fanatic.) He had been right all along. She should have listened.
He is sorry, of course. And means it. No bullshit here, either.
Wished her the best, and truly meant it. He truly, truly did.
So...he is sorry. But knew it would happen--though he does not remind her. About what he'd said. She brings that up herself, what he'd said about baseball and herself.
The very best is when she does the breaking up, and you really do want her to be happy. Truly meaning it, and no bullshit.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
