from Nick Suss
May 9, 2014, 1:02 p.m.
Part 5: Answer
Jeff decided to get up. He walked back to his chair, the very same chair he had refused to sit in since the night of his and Jane’s argument. It was time to do exactly what she had asked him to. It was time for him to let go. As soon as he sat down, he felt the release of three months of rage and pent-up aggression cycle through his veins as if his body was the last leg of the Tour de France and his anger was wearing the yellow jersey. He may have gone off the deep end, but he was ready to climb back up the high dive.
Jane only had six contacts in her phone. There was Allison. There was Dave. There was Allison and Dave’s home phone. There was her parents’ house. There was Jeff and there was Brian. That was the extent of what she knew. Making a phone call from Jane’s address book was a lot like playing a game of Russian Roulette: There was a one-in-six chance she’s about to make the biggest mistake of her life. Twitching, she reached down and pressed the button. It was time.
Jeff considered not answering his phone when it rang. He had finally reached peace. But he reached into his pocket upon feeling the vibration and immediately realized what was happening was this time a real phone call. He looked at the caller ID. A picture of Tim Robbins stared back at him. Jane had set that up as a little joke a few weeks before they got married. The picture surprised him and made him laugh. It may have been the first time he laughed in over a month. He was finally ready to take the call.
Hey Jeff, I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear from right now, but please hear me out.
No Jeff, let me talk this time. What I did was wrong. What I did was the worst thing a person could have done to you. I was an idiot. Only an idiot would give up what we had for a cheap fling with an ex. I was lost. I needed some time to clear my head and I think you did too. But I think I’m ready to try to start over. Are you?
Jane. I don’t know what to say. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to get this call. I had this big speech prepared and I knew exactly how I was going to react, but for some reason it’s all gone. For some reason, for some reason today just seems different than all of the other days. These last few months have been a disaster.
You’re telling me.
And I don’t know if I’m ready to jump back into this.
I swear, I’m telling you right now, that if you ever do that crazy shit again I’m going to be the first person running your ass back to New York. You hear me? I’m sorry to laugh, I really am, but that’s exactly what I thought you would say.
Am I that predictable?
I guess so.
Well look what you did, now you’ve got me laughing.
So what do we do now, Red? What do we do?
It’s simple. We do the one thing we can do. It’s time to rebuild.