The Girl He Used to Know(23)
“Did Janice tell you that?”
“Eleanor Roosevelt did. But Janice is the one who gave me a whole book of her quotes, and I memorized all of them. I also really like the one that says ‘A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it’s in hot water.’ Then I told Ryan I didn’t like the way he treated me and the only time he was actually nice was when he wanted to have sex.” She says it really loud, and the heads of the couple next to us whip around. I turn my back to them slightly.
“Then I told him it was over and that he had to give me my key back.”
“Jesus.”
“I know. I should have never given it to him in the first place. Anyway, I haven’t seen him since.”
At the end of the evening, I had anticipated pointing out how much better this date had gone than the first time we tried it in college, but I’m not sure that’s true any longer.
“You could have asked me to take you someplace else. I certainly would have.”
“Why?”
“You and your most recent boyfriend experienced a very public and—from what I gathered—extremely loud breakup here.”
“You’re right. It was kind of a disaster.” She looks around at our fellow diners. “I don’t think any of these people were there that night, though. It was almost a year ago.”
“I’m glad you told him it was over.” I must have stared at her a beat too long, because she averts her eyes, but she smiles and her cheeks flush slightly. She puts down her menu. “I don’t even know why I’m looking at this. There’s no way I could order anything but the stuffed shells.”
* * *
We split a piece of the cheesecake for dessert and Annika says good-bye to everyone on our way out the door.
“1333 South Wabash,” I tell the driver when we slide into the backseat of a cab. “Is it okay if I come in for a while?” I ask Annika.
“Yes. I have something I want to show you.” She sounds incredibly excited.
“Consider my curiosity piqued.” Knowing Annika, it could be any number of things.
She lives on the sixth floor and when we enter her apartment, there’s an immediate sense of familiarity. The rooms are in a state of organized chaos that reveals its order only to her. Everything is clean, because Annika doesn’t like her living space to be dirty, but I could not begin to make sense of it. There’s a row of breakfast cereal boxes on the counter in the kitchen. They’re all Cheerios, but every one of them is a different variety. Bright blue bowls are stacked next to the cereal boxes, each one with a spoon already in it. Travel cups for transporting smoothies are lined up in a row next to a blender. There’s a teapot on the stove, and on the counter to the left are mugs with the string of a tea bag hanging over the side. It’s like her own little breakfast assembly line.
In the living room, the couch and chair have several throw pillows and blankets piled on them, and there’s a leaning tower of crossword-puzzle books stacked haphazardly next to an ottoman. I would bet money that every single crossword puzzle has been completed, in ink.
In addition to the overstuffed furniture, covered in soft fabrics, there are several shelves overflowing with hardcover and softcover books. The titles spill out onto the floor. A large rug covers the ceramic tile floor in front of the couch, and there are several plants on tabletops, and one hanging from a hook on the ceiling. A TV sits on a low table across from the couch.
“Come with me,” she says, and grabs my hand, pulling me toward the bedroom, and, once inside it, toward the bed. Now I really am wondering what she wanted to show me, and if I’ve somehow completely misread the situation. But then she kneels in front of the bed and lifts the bed skirt. It’s hard to see at first because it’s dark, but there’s a cardboard box, and in it are a cat and five small kittens. I don’t have any pets, and if I had to choose, I’d probably consider myself a dog person. But I can’t deny how cute the kittens are. The love Annika feels for these tiny animals transforms her face, and I’m reminded of how protective and nurturing she can be.
“How old are they?”
“Three weeks. The cat’s a stray that had been brought into the shelter. They needed someone to foster it until the kittens were born and old enough to be adopted. I’m going to keep the mom. Usually I foster an animal that’s sick or injured and awaiting surgery or whatever. That way I get the chance to help more than one. Lately it’s been harder and harder to give them up so I decided I’d keep the next one. I wouldn’t feel right adopting a dog because I’m gone all day, but I think a cat will make a perfect companion for me.”
“Do you like living alone?”
“I got used to it when I went back to campus after you and Janice graduated. I hated it at first, but eventually I grew to love it.”
“Was it hard for you without Janice there?” I swallow. “Without me?”
Her face falls a little. “There were times when it was very hard. But it was necessary for me. It prepared me. I would never have been able to contemplate moving to the city on my own if I hadn’t tried it on for size first.”
“Was the guy I saw you talking to at the library when I picked you up the other person you were in a relationship with?”
“Yes. That was Monte. I’d been flirting with him for months and I got tired of waiting for him to ask me out, so I invited him to go to the aquarium one Saturday. He would never say anything unkind to me the way Ryan did, but I just got so frustrated with him while we were dating. He mostly wanted to communicate via email, and when we did speak in person, I had to spell everything out for him all the time and it made me tired.”