Her phone rang. Damn! She was coloring her hair — permanent dye solution all over the place — and would risk staining if she answered.
The number wasn’t familiar. She let it go to voicemail. It was probably telemarketing anyway. Weren’t there laws about that? When she finally finished her hair she’d forgotten about the call.
It was later that night she heard his voice.
Hey it’s me what a big surprise
Calling you up from a restaurant ’round the bend
Just got in from way up north
I’m aching tired now, and I could use a friend
I might be a fool to think that you do
Want to see me again
I know it’s been a while since I’ve talked to you
Nothing wrong, just nothing ever goes as planned
Many times I thought I’d call
I didn’t have your number in my hand
I know it’s true, you’d never do
The same thing to me
I never meant to make you cry
And though I know I shouldn’t call
It just reminds us of the cost
More of everything we’ve lost
Bad timing, that’s all
And maybe soon there’ll come a day
When no more tears will fallWe each forgive a little bit
And we both look back on it
It’s just bad timing, that’s all
“Hey babe, I called on my way over,” her boyfriend opened her front door. “You didn’t answer.”
She put down her phone.
“Is the rest of your stuff ready to go?” He’d borrowed a truck.
She’s beautiful, he thought, with her tear-stained face.
“Are you okay?”
“Give me a sec, Jack!” she snapped.
Her boyfriend froze.
[Lyrics in italics from: “Bad Timing,” by Blue Rodeo. Written by: Jim Cuddy and Greg Keelor. Original release: Five Days in July.]
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