chapter 52
Larry stared at the picture of Dana, took his pen and pushed it into her heart.
“Do you feel the pain I feel?” he pondered aloud, removing the pen, sad to see a deep blue mark marring his picture. “You brushed me off without even getting to know me. But I’ll fix that. You’ll give me a chance and see what I already know...that we were meant to be.”
Larry taped the picture on the wall as inspiration and began work. This was going to be a grueling job. It had already taken him days to arrange all the supplies and prepare the house. He laid sheets down on the floor, taping the edges of the sheets to the walls to prevent any mess from getting on the carpet. It was a chore to be so organized, but he couldn’t live any other way. Disorder drove him mad, visual chaos caused internal chaos.
He always attributed it to his childhood. The never-ending instability of moving from foster home to foster home created a life without order. Larry took every step necessary to have order in his life.
His desk was a prime example. Pens were lined up in descending order of size. Smaller pads were set on top of larger pads, their lower left corners perfectly in line with each other. To balance out the notepads on the left side of his desk, Larry put his calculator and file folder system on the right side of his desk. In everything he did there was symmetry.
That included his relationships. He gave and expected back equally.
He invested so much time listening to Dana on the air and calling her.
But Dana wasn’t reciprocating.
And now he’d have to make her.