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Thursday, August 30, 2007 Thursday, August 30, 2007

Wednesday evening, just as I was getting ready to walk out
the door and head home,the phone rang.
"Kick?" A familiar voice said.
"Yes."
"Thomas Curtis here."
"Thomas! What a surprise."
"Just checking in as I said I would. Are you free for dinner tomorrow?"
"I'd love it"
"Seriously. Your're free for dinner tomorrow night? You're not joking?"
"No." I laughed
"There's a great little Indian restaurant in your neighborhood with the
hottest curry in London."
"Know it well"
"Seven o'clock, then?"
"See you there."

Who says there are no second chances? If something is meant to be, it comes in its own time...

I went to the restaurant the next evening.
Seven o'clock came and went, as did seven fifteen.
I ordered another scotch and a bowl of shrimp curry.
At about seven twenty-five, my cell phone rang,
and I stepped outside to answer.
It was Thomas.
"I'm sorry Kick. I've been called out, a particularly gruesome case, and it's going to be a couple
of hours before I get away. Is there any chance for Friday?
We could go to the symphony. It's Schubert."
I could now fully appreciate how lucky I'd been not to have been
more involved with men during my lifetime.
they simply were not worth the effort.
"I'm sorry, Thomas, but I'm busy Friday night.
It's our grand reopening when we start the Princess Arianna jewelry auction.
You could come."
"No thanks. Can I call you next week?"
"Sure. Absolutely."
Whatever.

...And if something is not meant to be, no matter what you do, there's nothing you can do to make it right.

Extracted from Brilliant, Marne Davis Kellogg.

While I know the saying goes: Living well is the best revenge, well, the fact is, revenge itself can
also be the best revenge.
-Marne Davis Kellogg, Brilliant



Food for thought, in a way
i simply just like it

anyway tag replies,
i'm a lazy person

Bona! Hello! you should tag my board more often!(:

Moses! i'm looking forward to the next shine jesus shine!
HAHA! although not the bible part of it.

Fellow runner! congrats you finally found Tim's blog. Now you should
create a blog and we'll find it.

Jo dearest! i'm glad the story helped motivate and inspire you. (:
loves! I MISS YOU!