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life. In the short time
I knew Gigi, I did all the chasing. The night of that fateful phone call, I was
so damn close to having her.

 
    Maybe that would have helped get her
out of my damn head. Instead, she pretended like that night never happened. We
saw each other twice during the funeral arrangements and final reading of the
will, but she barely acknowledged my presence. With her job complete, she went
back to her law firm without so much as a Dear Dorian letter.

 
    “Why don’t you call me?” I asked my
phone, staring at her name. None of this made sense. I was bombarded every day
by email and texts and voicemails from half the women in this city, but the one
I wanted wasn’t making so much as a peep.

 
    I couldn’t just wait forever. Time
was ticking. My thumb swiped across the keypad. Satisfied with the message, I
hit send.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

 
 
 
 
 
    “Let’s go, Dad.”

 
    My father walked sullenly from
around the front counter of the police station, his shoulders hunched and his
head down. He looked like a scolded child who was being picked up by his mother
from the principal’s office.

 
    “Sorry, Gigi,” he said, his voice
rough from what I could only assume was one hell of a hangover. He looked up at
me through his bushy white eyebrows and bloodshot eyes.

 
    “I know.”

 
    “Be sure he stays away for more than
a week this time, Gigi,” the desk clerk said, though he couldn’t hide the
pitying smile behind that bristly mustache. I hated their pity more than
anything.

 
    “Thanks Officer Miller,” I said,
resting my hand on my father’s shoulder as the two of us headed out the door.

 
    The bright afternoon sunlight was
blinding as my father and I stepped out of the station, the sounds of the city
roaring over us as we made our way down the precinct’s front steps. The street
was filled with people bustling about on their lunch breaks, even a few
officers loitering outside as they ordered from a greasy hotdog cart. A few of
them nodded in our direction, even calling out to my father in a mock-scolding
tone.

 
    “Where’d you park, sweetie?” my
father asked, squinting over at the tiny visitor lot on the side of the
building. “I don’t see your car.”

 
    “That’s because I don’t have a car, Daddy. It got towed weeks
ago.”

 
    “Towed?” he asked, his voice rising to a
squawk. “What’d they take your car for?”

 
    I thought for a moment about
unloading on him, letting him know that on top of all my other troubles, I
didn’t need his shit. Then I bit the inside of my cheek as I realized that
would probably only make him drink more, and a couple hours after the fact, I’d
feel like shit about myself. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll just walk down to the
bus stop and catch the next one home.”

 
    “Like hell I ain’t gonna worry about
it,” he grumped, his bushy brows furrowed. “My little girl loses her car and
she doesn’t expect her old man to worry. What kinda fool do you take me for?
How long have you been hiding this?”

 
    “It’s nothing. I’ll get it back
soon... You don’t need to be worry about me, I promise,” I replied, trying to
hide from the facts. The car was gone. Repossessed, and by now, certainly in
the hands of its brand new owner. “Let’s go, Dad.”

 
    My father walked sullenly from
around the front counter of the police station, his shoulders hunched and his
head down. He looked like a scolded child who was being picked up by his mother
from the principal’s office.

 
    “Sorry, Gigi,” he said, his voice
rough from what I could only assume was one hell of a hangover. He looked up at
me through his bushy white eyebrows and bloodshot eyes.

 
    “I know.”

 
    “Be sure he stays away for more than
a week this time, Gigi,” the desk clerk said, though he couldn’t hide the
pitying smile behind that bristly mustache. I hated their pity more