After mass was over, we parked in her driveway and talked some more, then started making out a little, like for old time's sake. Pretty soon, she started to cry and, naturally, I thought, hey, heybut then she stopped right in the middle of kissing me and started sobbing uncontrollably.
"What's the matter?"
"I miss Michael," she said.
That was it. There's only so much a person can forgive. Who the fuck was Michael? I didn't even ask. My poor heart was utterly crushed and broken forever.