I handed her my iPhone, pulled the bread pieces out of the plastic bag in my pocket and began throwing the bits in the river. The ducks began to swarm below the dock on which we were standing.
She read the screen and handed the phone back to me. “Did you respond?”
“Not yet. I was remembering that conversation we had. The one where you said that while a woman might not want to sleep with you or otherwise get re-attached, she still embraces the idea that an ex may still love and care about her.”
“Not all women.” she said.
I glanced up at her.
She frowned. “Okay…most. With caveats. Non abusive former relationship. Irreconcilable differences. You know what I meant.”
I threw more bread in the water. I was a rock star among Mallards.
“You and her fit all that. She still thinks about you. You could be a ‘good guy’ and be cordial and civil.”
I wiped my hands on my pants.
“Never claimed to be a 'good guy.” I said….and then I deleted the message.
She glared at me a moment, turned and walked away.




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