Please Read and Comment, Part 3
This is the third chapter of the book I am publishing on Spanish Dict. TO find chapter one, search Please Read and Comment in questions. To find chapter 2, search Please Read and Comment Part 2.
For a moment, I just stare at the phone, bewildered. After Alexander's funeral, which I did not attend, the phone would ring constantly and I would pick it up. I wrote a little script for myself in my head because every person would say word-for-word the same thing. "I'm so sorry for your loss. Alexander will be greatly missed." Everytime I would answer back, in a robotic voice that did not feel like my own, "Yes, Alexander will. Not a second goes by that I do not think about him." The caller responds, "Hmm. I'm sorry. Goodbye." Then, there is an empty silence as the phone beeps in my ear, telling me to hang up. I do not, however, want to. I want to hold on too the humanity, the bland and boring and yet humanity, that I have over the phone. After a few days, the phone stopped ringing. Now, with curiosity, my fingers danced over the phone and slowly reached it up to my ear. "Hello," I murmured quietly, slowly twirling my hair in my fingers. The end was dead. I gulped, feeling the pain of loss. "Hello?" "Hi," The word trickled in, the voice deep. "Hello." "Who is there?" "No hablar inglés." "Quién es allí?" "Me llamo Alexander." Suddenly, the phone went dead. I told myself, over and over, it was another Alexander. My Alexander was fluent in Spanish and English. My Alexander had passed... but I started to cry anyway. I cried so hard that there was a stabbing pain in my stomach. The phone rang again. It was the same number as before.... My fingers danced on the "talk" button, trying to deciede whether to answer or not. It was an inner battle. Finally, on the last ring, I didn't want to lose the only source of life around me... so I answered. "Yo hablar inglés bueno. I speak English. Beg my pardon," The voice whispered. Then, I remembered. This was how Alexander first met me. He confused me by talking in Spanish, a language I did not know at the time of our meeting, and then he ran up and started speaking English. He was laughing at me, with this deep, melodious chuckle, and I hit him with my purse. I missed his shoulder and slammed the handle into his neck by accident. I started crying, apologizing, and he laughed and winced in pain all at once. I offered to take him to dinner. He accepted. THat's how we meet. So now, I was scared, because my instincts were on fire saying "code red!" Alexander was dead. But most of me longed for him. I made my decision, and I...
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Great story!!!!!!!!!!!!
