Tara sat on the floor in the corner of a little restaurant in Greenwich Village.
Carmen walked in and saw her sitting there. She laughed and sat at the table next to her. She crossed her legs and looked at a menu. “Hello, Tara,” she said.
“I’ve got to get out of here,” said Tara.
“Where?” asked Carmen. “The restaurant? Or the city? Because I think I might leave soon.”
“You can’t leave,” said Tara.
“That’s sweet,” said Carmen.
Tara drew her knees close and tried to look pathetic.
A server approached and poured Carmen water. “Hello, ladies,” he said.
Carmen said, “I’ll have Tito’s on the rocks.”
A minute passed in silence before the drink was delivered.
Carmen said, “I’ll settle up with you.”
“In a hurry?” asked the server.
Carmen handed him her credit card. She said to Tara, “I thought we were going to the movies.”
“Can we just drink somewhere?” asked Tara.
Carmen held up her drink. “Done.”
“What do you do when you’re at home, alone?” asked Tara.
Carmen finished her drink and smiled at Tara. “Call me later.” She got up from the table and walked out, typing on her phone.
Tara stood up, then. And then she walked out, too.
The server called after her, “Have a good day!”
“Maybe you’ll never see me again,” she said.
He smiled and waved her off.
Tara acted natural on the walk home. She went into her room and locked the door and sat on the floor.
She fell asleep there after a few hours.
When she woke up she laid down and waited for something.