Hudson City

    My phone rang when I got outside. It was Mary. “Are you coming over for supper?” she asked. “Not tonight,” I told her. “Does this mean you have a date?” she asked, hopeful note in her voice. “Not exactly,” I said. “Besides, why would I tell you if I did. You’re my ex-wife.” “Because you need to find someone in your life, Dan.” “So you say,” I said. “I had someone in my life once. It didn’t work out.” “So, I’m to blame?” “I didn’t say that.” “But that’s what you meant.” “What I meant is that I’m no good at those kinds of relationships.” “You need someone, Dan, so you can stop coming here all the time.” “If you don’t want me there, I won’t come.” Mary moaned. “Eventually, Dan, I’m going to find someone else in my life and you won’t be able to come.” “We’ll worry about that when it happens,” I said. “Figure I’ll be over there tomorrow. It’s that’s okay?” “Call first,” she said. “I might be busy.” She hung up. I headed to the library to kill time