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New Year’s

Day Chelsea, NYC 1992

The day after the party he called. I was bedridden, feeling comatose from the twenty-four-hour bug that had hit six hours earlier.

“I was so glad you gave your card to my sister,” he said.

I’d thought his sister was his wife. They were holding hands all night.

“Can we go out?”

“Okay,” I mumbled in my delirium.

“I’m so anxious to see you,” Arthur blathered. “I’ve never been this excited before. How’s Thursday? What do you like to do for fun? Am I too forward?”

“No. No.”

“Do you think it’s a possibility we’re going to have a great time?” he questioned. “I want you to come to this date really open with positive feelings. I’ll talk to you before Thursday. I can’t wait. This will be the best date of our lives.”

We never went out. He never called.

Arthur must have literally burst from anticipation.