the subject line said: don’t worry. be back soon. the body of the e-mail only contained a date and seat number. and like that all my TTHM worries have been alleviated and i’m thisclose to weeping (and not just because i’m plum full of the plague and monthly female hormones). it only takes a little, people. it’s funny too, because i was gonna call him again on sunday. but i didn’t for fear that his answering machine wouldn’t pick up and that would mean he was surely dead and then i would know. blech. blech.