This is NOT Over

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May 25, 2012

Friday May 25, 1990 Gina’s Bob

Stayed up late with Gina last night. We waited for Megs and at some point realized she wasn’t coming home. I asked if she wanted me to leave. She said, “No. It’s nice to have someone here right now.”

She wanted to talk. Her boyfriend, Bob, proposed to her. Shawn and I have a theory about guys who go by “Bob” but I don’t think it applies to Gina’s Bob. I’ve met him a few times and I do not want to punch him so hard that my fist gets stuck in his brain.

Gina’s Bob lives in the city. She spent part of the week up there to say “yes” and celebrate with some of their friends in Chicago. She looked like she’d been through a week of good times with just enough energy to talk about it. That’s a good thing.

Gina’s mom and grandparents are going to be thrilled. First, she’s not marrying one of the many bums around here who professed their love or whatever for her over the years. If there’s one thing Joliet isn’t running out of it’s bums pretending to be suitors.

This guy isn’t a bum, or at least he’s not like the bums around here. Bob works at the Merc. I always thought that’s the one gig better than being the House in Vegas. You make money off the place where people go to try and make money. You make money when money changes hands, you make money from the movement of money. The difference between the Merc and Vegas, everybody’s got to eat and money is always moving. Not everybody has to gamble.

And that’s all of what I barely know about that.

Gina brought out some of her sister’s less sinister party favors. We smoked some on the back porch.

“Bob hates when I do this,” she said.

“Are you still going to do it after you’re married?” I asked her.

“I don’t know.”

That was honest. Now we were less worried about Megs and more relaxed. Gina talked about living in Chicago and how she’d miss things around here, but it was time for her to go.

I know what she means.

DRAFT OF A NOTE I LEFT FOR MEGS

Dear Megs,

I loved hanging out with you this week. I wish I knew where you were right now. Part of me is hoping you walk in the door as I write this. I think you know which part. Sorry.

Your sister is driving me back to DeKalb. I’ll be with Danny and then in a week or so I’ll be living at 305 College Avenue. I’ll draw a map on the back of this paper, showing you how to get from Danny’s place to the apartment on College.

Please call Danny’s place (815) -_ _ _ - _ _ _ _ as soon as you read this so I know you’re ok. I can’t imagine where you are right now. Yes I can, and I don’t like it. Please leave a message with Dan and please be ok. I want more days like the ones we’ve just spent together, happy and doing nothing.

Love, ed

posted by edP # 9:17 AM

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