He told me he only lets the phone ring 3 times and hangs up if nobody picks up.
A while after our relationship, such as it was, had ended, The phone rang three times, and then stopped.
I thought, was that him?
I let it go. There was no way to know. I thought, probably not.
I don’t think I ever saw or heard from him again.
So, it was left on a note of uncertainty.
I realize now that he was plaguing me in my mind and that it was a GOOD thing that I wrote that post in my blog back in 2013 when I was living in the desperate apartment in Easton.
I have the advice of a man named Peter from Oxford in England, a family friend, that a person of the nobility who disdained him would (in American) (I can’t remember the words he used) get his ass kicked.
