The Valentine’s Day Interviews: Maggie’s Tale
I was never one to bother with love. I had small infatuations, but never something so deep as to give myself up to someone. True, people have told me I was stuck up about it, but those same people have previously told me that it was the hard-to-get nature I sustained that made me irresistible. I don’t really like hypocrisy either.
What happened that Valentine’s Day was nobody’s business. Sure, Sarah told me the next day, but that was after she walked to my apartment in heels, in the pouring rain. The girl wanted to tell me and I was in no state to object after hearing what she went through. I wish she hadn’t gotten me involved, if I were in her shoes, I would have probably done a similar thing.
The restaurant was five miles away from my apartment and it was practically hailing that night. Even if it was part of my personality, I was in no state of mind to prowl for a date. Besides, watching sappy movies and eating popcorn was quickly becoming a tradition. That night was no different; I kept to my bitter traditions and kept the microwave popcorn constantly cooking as I ran through at least four different films.
I remember I was watching Meet Me in Saint Louis when there was a knock on my door. It was well past midnight and I was cautious about opening it. Sarah’s voice called frantically to me, she was crying I could tell, and shivering. I knew she had a date tonight and was quite surprised that she would be crying at my door. I was even more surprised to find her soaking wet, though I should have figured with the rain pelting at my windows.
Obviously I let her in, gave her some of my clothes and let her sit down by the heating vent. From then on it was like I had opened up Pandora’s box: she poured out her story like water from a pitcher and went through a box of Kleenex and just about half of a second.
There is no way you are getting the details of what she said from me. I promised her I wouldn’t tell a soul and even though you know I’m involved, I stick by my word. I won’t confirm anything against her…or for her, if you wish to put me up to it that way.
I haven’t seen her since the March following that disaster when she packed up her stuff and moved to France. We talked a little bit, but I was never good at speaking French and it didn’t help that I hadn’t spoken the language since high school. We never said anything about that Valentine’s Day ever again. There was no reason to bring it up, we were both reasonably happy and nothing right now could change that. That’s all I have to say.
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