Hi Bill,

So you called today and said: Hey kid, let’s do lunch tomorrow. And I kept my cool and I said: Well Bill, I’ll have to check my schedule first …

So now we’re having lunch together tomorrow. Just lunch though, you said. Of course Bill, of course. Let’s just have lunch tomorrow. Pick me up somewhere and drop me someplace else. Skirt around the danger zone in between. Maybe I’m just crazy, who can tell?

You asked if I had been busy lately. You hadn’t heard from me in quite a while, you said. Yeah, well, Bill… I have been busy. Looking for a way out and I think I just spotted an exit somewhere. Like right before you called. Seconds, I mean. But now the curtain dropped again, and I’m in the dark, again. Tomorrow you’ll ask if I have been to the doctor yet. I haven’t, of course. Who wants to know if I’m all right, Bill? I mean, like, truly …

Let’s just have lunch together tomorrow, Bill. You’ll drop me off in the sports car and I’ll be witty and sexy, Bill. The waiters will ask themselves who we are and why they don’t know us. We’ll go easy on the booze, just this once.

You’re leaving for Rome in a couple of weeks, and you want to see Paris in between. We can’t let spring slip us through the fingers, you said. I agree, Bill. You know I do. So Paris, we’ll see Paris. It will be like in the song of Lucy Jordan, only we’ll be cruising through Paris in a sports car, with the wild wind blowing through my hair. I will think I’m alive. Just the thing I need, Bill …

So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow Bill, ok?

Bye Bill!