“I’m showing Vidroid this notebook,” the soldier said. ” See, P? There you are,” he said, with the page flipped open to the song. “Aand guess what all that is around you?”
“Those are roofing trusses,” he said. “I was calculating roofing trusses.”
“You were making a roof?” I glanced at the the pages that were covered in equations. Didn’t look like trusses to me.
“No, just calculating. I guess thinking about roofs made me think of you.”
I looked at him,
“Like maybe I should throw myself from a roof or something,” he added.
I laughed slightly still not recovered from yesterday’s fight.
“So she came through your blog, huh?” he said regarding one of my ex-boyfriend’s ex (new) girlfriend who emailed me today. “Boy, I’d never do that.”
“Why did he tell her where you blog was? Boy, I’d have not done that. No way.”
I told him my theory.
“Well I’d have never done it. I’d never tell the new girl where your blog was. I’d tell her you crushed me though. I’d say, yeah she stomped me into the ground and her initials are… he initials are ELSA! PANIZZON! ELLLLLLLLLL SA PAN-IZZ-ON! Those are her initials, that’s who stomped on my heart, she’s the one who did it.”
I refused to look at him.