chapter 30
Larry Carter waited impatiently by his phone. He re-mailed the card to Dana on Friday and knew it got to the station on Saturday. He purchased a delivery confirmation from the post office to be certain. The toll free number said his mail was delivered to WORR at exactly three twenty eight in the afternoon. He realized Dana didn’t work on Saturday, but that was okay, she would certainly receive it on Monday. Larry knew Dana didn’t go on the air until six p.m., but he also knew that she usually arrived at the station earlier in the day. He’d watched her walk into work many times before noon as he sat in his small rusty green car in the radio station parking lot.
Larry took the day off from work. He didn’t want to be working at his stupid bookstore job and miss Dana’s call. No, this was an important day. It could be a life changing day and he didn’t want to ruin it because he was helping some idiot find the Science Fiction section. Geez, these people were literate, they were in a bookstore by choice for goodness sake. Couldn’t they read the signs and help themselves?
It was now twelve-thirty and while Larry knew it was still early, he felt himself get anxious as the minutes passed. He was certain Dana would call when she got the card. As soon as she got the card, he corrected himself. She said she would be looking out for it. Larry wondered if Dana thought about him and his card all weekend, waiting in anticipation to see what he had sent her. It got him excited just thinking about it.
Then why wasn’t she calling him?
Dana was probably no better than The Bitch that left him. They were all alike, only caring about themselves. He thought Dana was different.
Anger started to take over. Larry stopped himself and picked up the phone.
“WORR,” the woman cheerily said.
“Hi, can I speak with Dana Drew?”
“I’m sorry, hon, Dana’s not in yet.”
Larry brightened. “Thanks a lot.”
Dana wasn’t there yet. She hadn’t seen his card, his picture, his poem. Larry had misjudged her. Jumping too fast to conclusions...again. It always seemed to get him into trouble. You have to stop doing that, he scolded himself.
No, Dana wasn’t at work. When she did get in she would see his token of affection and call. She most certainly would.
After all, they were connected.