Reunion Is Difficult
Amanda Gordon, my girlfriend, could never get quantities right. She always purchased one extra of everything.
On our dates, she always ordered for three.
“Oops, I ordered too much. Why don’t we invite Kevin too?”
On my birthday, she bought two gifts.
“Oops, I bought one too many. Why don’t we give it to Kevin?”
After a while, I grew used to it and simply accepted that as my new normal.
On the day of our wedding attire fitting, Amanda suddenly reached out and stopped me.
“Leigh, the suit I designed for you is over there. This one is for the best man. I had it made for Kevin.”
I looked up at the best man’s suit in front of me. It was sharply tailored, with clean, structured lines and tiny silver crystals set into the collar.
The groom’s suit she had left for me, meanwhile, was plain, wrinkled, and stained.
I finally decided to leave her at that moment.
She had given the only bespoke suit she could commission to Kevin Burg. There was nothing left in this relationship worth holding on to.
I quietly looked at my phone and sent a message to my former professor, Lawrence Hindle, who lived far away in Westmere.
[Dr. Hindle, does your institute still have an opening for me?]