Friday June 8, 1990 Too Cool
or Too Stoned to Write Her Name
Megs was gone by the time I
got back from class on Thursday. She
left this note:
“E – I didn’t know when Danny
was coming back so I left. Will you come
home this weekend? Call me later. I’ll be in all night. Please destroy this note – MRZ”
I didn’t destroy the
note. I taped it in my journal. I love her signature. It’s more monogram than signature really. Reminds me of how cool she was, too cool to
write “Margaret,” “Margaret Rose,” “Rose,” “Peggy,” “Peg,” “Megs” or
anything…just MRZ.
I tried calling all
evening. No answer. I hope she made it home.