was she, actually, who had talked Greta into flying to New York—because she and Mike “were made for each other.” Ha! Greta thought. She noticed how she was slowly getting into a mood that would make it easier for her to free herself from Mike. If only he weren’t such a good-looking guy and such a good kisser. And if only they didn’t get along so well, too. Hmm…what should she do? Greta was undecided. But, she thought, everything happens for the best.
The two hours flew by and it was time to go meet Mona. Greta grabbed a taxi and rode down to Macy’s.
“How are you doing?” Mona immediately wanted to know.
“Well, actually pretty good. I was at the Guggenheim and then at a café, and I took a little stroll. And I watched a couple of cute basketball players too. New York’s gotten to me again!”
“And what’s the matter with him now? Why wasn’t he with you?”
Greta told Mona the whole story, and when she finished she was quiet for a while.
“Well, Greta, it all sounds very strange to me,” Mona finally said, resuming the conversation. “It isn’t a world that either you or I know. Honestly, I think you should get out of the situation, but there’s something not quite finished about it, right? You want to know what will happen now. So you have to do what you have to do. I don’t know what to tell you. C’mon, let’s walk around the block and make some plans for this evening.”
The girls headed down the street, treating themselves to a snack on the way and chatted about unimportant things. What was there left to discuss? Greta wanted to know what was going to happen now –Mona was completely right about that. So that’s how it had to be.
Mona’s lunch hour was over quickly. They made plans to go to the movies in the evening and to hang-out together after that. Greta decided to stay at Mona’s even if Mike was able to get everything together by the evening. That was the compromise that Mona had wrangled out of her: not to move to his apartment immediately. But Mike didn’t call. No text message, either. Nothing. It was Greta again, who was left waiting, and she spent the afternoon and early evening alone. Her thoughts were constantly with Mike, but the hours on the streets of New York without him also felt good. Although it seemed like a contradiction, she felt strangely sheltered and secure in this large city. She could always reach out for company if she felt like it, or simply be alone, watching other people, lost in her own thoughts, pondering. Of course, this led to nothing new regarding all the back and forth about waiting for him or not. Should she go along with him – or not? Should she even believe him? Despite all these musings, however, there was always the feeling at the end that the story with him wasn’t over. There was still something to discover. She couldn’t predict whether it would turn out good or bad. But she also couldn’t just stop it now. Everything happens for the best.
Chapter 5
The evening went by just as the afternoon had, without any message from Mike. No sign of life whatsoever. Nothing. Not even a text message. When Mona got home, she noticed that Greta had become completely quiet. She could tell by Greta’s expression that she had heard nothing from Mike, and was tactful enough not to bring up the subject immediately.
“C’mon, let’s get ready to go to the movies,” she said. “Have you made up your mind about what you’d like to see?”
“No, not really. No love stories or tear-jerkers. Better something with action, blood, and cool guys. Do you remember “The Gangs of New York”? With Leonardo DiCaprio? That would be right for tonight. What do you think?”
“Hmm, I haven’t really thought about it yet. We’ll