CAP III - 53 minutes

OK, you dreamer, late again, as usual. I am looking at my watch that I can't ever read and then at my laptop to check exactly the time. It is 10:48.
Just get in the car, you will do the list there, at a coffee house, or somewhere.

Pete will be worried, and call and definitely reschedule everything after you. It's not OK! Call him, now. It's ringing, OK, good, directly on voice mail, perfect, what should I ...
- Hi! Pete, sorry I can't get on time. we had the appointment at 11. Sorry! kisses. Call me when you are available or send me a text message with a day and our. I am OK, Marilyn.

OK, done. 53 minutes and I am there.
Keys, car keys? OK, boots or shoes? Looking in the mirror - You are kind of a mess, my dear Marilyn, but it's all working out fine. Just hurry to get into the big city, then you will figure out the rest. kind of cold, what did you expect it's November, 5. classic number for movement, action and instability. Brake! Fuck.
- Hey, watch out! Men. I am stopping near a dark men with a Fedora hat on top. Classy trend for National Park vacation. Nice boots and coat, too.

- Sorry. Everything is OK?
- OK. By ! he just turned and never even looked at me. He walked back in his garden.
I took a glimpse of him walking down the alley. I couldn't see his face, but he's hands were nice, he is an artist or musician.
Hey! why the hell I am thinking about his hands?! Really.
Something about that coldness and gaze reminded me of a phone call conversation we had.

I entered the forest, still have 38 more minutes until the entrance in Manchester on Hyde.With the sun illuminating the wet muddy road it's such a silent trip. I look in the mirrors, nothing, clear road.
That day, was in last November 21. I called you at 17:30 or something, you said that you are driving, on your way home. Your voice was sweet and tender, like always. I respond that we can talk later when you are not driving.

At 18:02 I've received one of the baddest news of my life. I am devastated, I cry. In front of something like this you can't do anything else, there is no other solution for death. I spend about an hour talking with everyone, trying to calm things down and there is just grief.
So like 19 and something I call you. I am in bed, kind of sad because of the bad news, never mind, I have my tea in my hands and I am good.
Just calling to check on you, talk something normal to a friend, something other then that and totally unrelated, because you don't have to know what happened.

Your voice sounds add, I just ask what you are doing. You write and you seem nervous for the interruption.You ask me irritated what do I want. I can't tell you just a "nothing".
Then you say some exercised text like a cliche, explain that this can't go on, meaning that I am too mext up even for you, finally that we can't be friends, because I don't get what is happening.
I am confused for a moment, you were kind of cool one our ago, what happened? is it a demonstration for your girl friend write beside you, or did you smoked something ?!!!

I talk to one of your friends in messages, to see that you are OK, at list. After I explain who I am and he confirms he knows me, I ask about you. He said that he talked to you tonight on phone and you seemed fine. And yes it is very possible you smoked something.
OK, i am disappointed that you smoke again, but finally I have an explanation and I am relived, in some bizarre way. I say thanks and wish them all best and a nice night.

Still miss you, even you have all the faults in the world !!! You are broken as every one of us is.

Just analyzing this, you always brake up on the phone?! Why can't you tell me when I am there looking in my eyes, maybe you can't.
We don't even know how to argue with each other! We never had a real fight, you just get upset and it's just silence. you closeup inside and I just can't reach you... or you vanish somewear.

I've just passed through Glossop, a small village. One curve on left and then strait on Hyde, OK. 25 minutes, and I will sit on my coffee house drinking an espresso with my friend Kathrine.
What will she say, if I tell her that I am still thinking about you after all this time.
"- Ooooh, dear! You can think and do whatever you want now, you are free, no?!!!" I can see her smiling pointing at me with her spoon, to put some wait on the free word.

Yes, I am finally free! Free! ...
My dear ex husband is also deep free in the arms of his young feminine version. Whatever!
Free, it sounds so bizarre! Still this healing process is ..."as long as it takes" like Pete said.

Entering on Hyde, red stop, it's just 11:40, maybe I could meet Kathrine at lunch brake at 12. OK green, go! Let's make someone happy today.
- Girl, I am in town, can you get out of your crappy job and come meet me at the coffee house?
- You ! here??? 10 minutes, Crazy. At our table, OK?!  Love you!
- Yes, yes. love you ! 10 is at list 20 minutes, so as planned.

OK. Pete didn't text yet, so I am free!  coffee, lunch with  sweet Kat and don't forget to go to the market.

Red light. A ray gives me a tickle on my nose, a flush back with your eyes appeared like you were just in the back sit of my car, and I see you thorough my mirror.
Still miss you and I wish I really could change this ... where and when...