-THE DIARY OF ELLEN RIMBAUER
My Life at Rose Red
The Beginnings – Part 82: NO HANKY-PANKY
Sunday, September 4, 1983
At 11AM George wasn’t home when I tried to telephone him. Wonders never cease. I accepted an invitation to accompany mom to SAFEWAY for my own grocery shopping. It was a needed escape to stop dwelling on George.
After enjoying breakfast at mom and dad’s house I returned to my Townhouse to empty boxes and organize things. I sorted out some wall hangings in all of the right places. After feeling like I accomplished something I went for a bike ride.
I was home by 3PM. That’s approximately the time my Dad arrived to plaster the wall a second time (where the ugly wood paneling had been). Now all that needed is another coat of paint and it will look like an entirely new living room.
I tried to phone George one more time but to no avail.
I slept upstairs. It was hot. The day was beautiful. It was too nice of a day to be true. When I woke up I called mom and suggested we rent a couple of movies. We went to the local video store and we mutually selected THE BLACK STALLION and VICE SQUAD.
I joined mom and dad for a dining experience at MEXICALI ROSE. It was a pleasure to share the pitcher of margarita with them. We had our usual great time together. The three of us watched THE BLACK STALLION together. It was a very good movie. I left at the start of the second feature (VICE SQUAD). It was already midnight and I wanted to get home.
I telephoned Nici Maurino when I arrived home but there was no answer. I tried calling George again, of course. He wasn’t home per his mom.
George’s mom said, “In fact, I called your number today, trying to find him myself.”
“Oh…no, he wasn’t here. Well, just let him know I called.”
Now I really don’t know where George was gallivanting (and with whom). Why do I think he is with that Stanford University guy named Rob? If he is with him…then what? I still have doubts about him.
Yesterday, George said to me, “It would kill me if you stopping seeing me.”
That’s ironic. If this was true, then why didn’t he call me today? He wasn’t at Dan and Ken’s apartment either.
When I called their apartment Ken said, “I haven’t seen him all day.”
Is George lying? What is going on? I need more information.
I tried calling Nici Maurino again and I finally reached her. She came over to my place at around 2AM. We looked at pictures and she really liked my mirrored tables.
Nici said, “I really like this place. It looks like a guy’s pad…and a girl would be out of place here.”
I laughed, “Well, you’re here and you don’t seem out of place.”
We played a couple of strategic games of chess. She needed this relaxed visit after that crazed boss tried to make the moves on her. We had a good time and then she left. I went to bed. There was no hanky-panky. Ah shucks! Oh well…until the next time.
Generosity always rewards the giver.
-D. M. Thomas
THE WHITE HOTEL
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