Maishe said, “Something smells.”
“What’s wrong?”
He couldn’t put his finger on it – except that it was SURPRISING.
“I mean, just like that – out of the blue.”
I said most of my life was JUST LIKE THAT.
“Out of the blue?”
Most of his life was out of the blue.
“No,” he said. “Most of life follows a pattern. This isn’t Stephanie’s pattern. All this…SCHEMING.”
He suggested I drop the whole thing.
“Let’s go to New York,” he said.
“No.”
“Look at you, Eli. YOU’RE stuck in a pattern.”
Maishe said he was going to New York. With or without me.