"I'm in bed reading," she said.
"I wish I were in bed reading. I'm out on the street."
We talked about getting together sometime. She said she'd been way busy with class.
"And thing is, I'm sort of seeing someone now," she said.
"Oh OK."
"I'm not sure how it's working out. He has a six-year-old girl."
"Oh."
She told me this and that, she was ambivalent, he was always spending time with his kid. And plus she had drawing class all summer and it was a bitch.
"We can still get together and just talk about whatever, you know. Hang out and talk."
"That would be cool. I want the opinion of a third party," she said. She sniffled.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah, just you know, a heavy day."
"Nothing really bad heavy?"
"No no. Not at all. Just my drawing class is so hard. And it occurred to me: I'm going to have to be dealing with this all my life."
I said yeah I know, though it occurred to me that I had absolutely no idea what she meant. What was this?
We said goodbye.