Monday felt very lonely and quiet without any phone calls or email from L. Finally, that afternoon, I couldn't retrain myself any longer, and sent her an email forwarding the Times' review of last night's episode of Six Feet Under. Not that the show was that important to me, but I just needed any excuse as a pretext to send an email. She replied, in kind, confirming that she had watched the show, and that she had found it bizarre and sad. I wanted to reply "just like real life," but I restrained myself.
I opened the zendo that evening, and went to the unfortunately named "ThaiCoon" afterwords with my friends Arthur and Bob.
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