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Lest I Forget (10)
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We didn’t end up moving into the house until about a month later. I doubt it would have taken so long if we hadn’t both gotten a little sidetracked by our careers. I had to fly to New York to do a commentary on a tournament, and while I hadn’t signed on for the entire thing I got asked to stay for it. I didn’t really want to accept, but Alice said I’d be crazy not to, so I figured I might as well.
It went decently, although I missed Alice something terrible. Obviously I’d stayed away from her before, but those trips were all before I got sick. And although I’d started to do commentaries again, they’d all either been in the immediate area or only a short distance away.
I asked her to fly out and see the city with me, but she refused. She was still doing the Chart, and after all the meetings with her book editors and the wedding and honeymoon stuff, she didn’t think it was a good idea to take any time off just then. I could understand that, but I still whined.
“I miss you! Can’t you let Ruth handle it for this week? It’ll only be one show you’re missing, Al. This thing’ll wrap up in a few days,” I told her over the phone two days into the tournament. It was a pretty low-key celebrity charity tournament, but there had been some pretty fierce competition, and I was wiped out trying to cover it all and chasing down the players for interviews afterward. ESPN was being really accommodating, and I knew I didn’t have to push myself so hard, but it felt good to be doing something. That didn’t mean I wasn’t tired and lonely, though.
“Baby, Ruth handled the last two shows. She did it to be nice and I know she doesn’t hold it against me, but I really don’t think I can just waltz in there the day before and ask her to do it again. It’d be pretty rude,” she scolded me.
“So? Be rude and come see me!” I wheedled, and it earned me a laugh.
“I would if I could swing it, Dane. I miss you too,” she said softly. “Does this make us clingy and codependent and weird? I mean, you’ve barely been gone two days and I’m already missing you next to me in bed at night.”
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So not filler, MT… I love the day-to-day stuff and the amazing connection and interaction between Alice and Dana. I don’t know of another writer that captures that as well as you do in both their thoughts and conversations. I love that Alice is still able to communicate — limited though it is. So sad, but, so true that Dana would prefer Alice bedridden and being able to talk. I gotta say: I’ve packed myself and had other folks do it and I prefer other folks doing it. I never thought I would, but, if you get good folks, it really is the way to go. I had one move where the mover actually fixed furniture that was broken before he put it in the truck. Look at me with my filler comments! ;-D I hope you are doing OK. I would so go to bed at 7 if I could swing it. Stupid work. In any case… Thanks for another incredible update to an amazing story, MT!!
heh I’ve stayed in my apartment for 12 yrs just cause I don’t want to pack, books and dvd’s alone would be a nightmare :)…Al’s comment about Shane building the bed took me right to when the three of them did the Love Boat commentary which was too effin funny…really great chap!!
beautiful!!!! great work. p.s hope everything is okay in life u really are a great writer :)
I haven’t commented in ages. Still love this story. It’s so poignant. Looking forward to reading more about the life story of Dana and Alice.
Loved it! No filler, don’t worry, this was great as always. Hope you feel better soon.
I love them! You’re writing is impeccable as always!Hope all is well with you! Sometimes you need to take time-out for yourself! I usually do it with wine, but that’s here nor there!!