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Get Over it, Susan

“I know you’re in there, Jeff,” she shouted through the steel door of his apartment. “Not that you care anymore, but I’m giving you these pictures from the sorority dance. And don’t worry – I made duplicates.”

“Oh dear Lord,” Jeff whispered, “she just doesn’t get it!
He slid over to his apartment window to watch her get back
into her car and pull out of the apartment complex. Once he
was certain that Susan was gone, he picked up the manila
envelope and tossed the group of pictures into the garbage.

He made another cup of tea and picked up the book he was reading. It was Nine Stories by J.D. Salinger, and he had just started the first paragraph of “A Perfect Day for Bananafish” when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Jeff, it’s Susan. I was just there and-”

“I know you were, Susan.”

“Then why didn’t you answer the door?”

“You got to get over it, Susan. I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to move on. What can I do to help?”

“Help? I love you, Jeff, and I know you still feel it too.”

“No, Susan, I don’t.”

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