I never had to call and tell her I was on my way, or that I had reached the parking lot. I just walked up to the door and knocked, and she would answer.
She would never thank me for coming, or really tell me what was wrong, she just let me in her room, complain about how fat she was with her face in a bad of Oreos, and wouldn’t let me hold her as we were sharing her extra long twin mattress.
But in the morning she’d be smiling. She would take me out to breakfast. She would hold my hand and thank me for the company.
I think on some level she really just wanted someone to sleep next to, and I was the only one still foolish enough to accommodate her. But on another level, I just wanted to sleep next to her, and she was foolish enough to pretend it meant nothing.