"Why hasn't he called?"
"Be patient, hun. It's only been a week since you sent the letter. He probably only got it yesterday. Plus, you have to realize that you haven't spoken in a while and he's probably still in shock that a babe like you remembers him."
"Amy, really,"
Elizabeth got out of her chair and walked over to the window and took a long sip of her coffee. "It took me four years, four whole years, to get up the courage to tell him what I knew starting the first day I met him."
"Well, ladeeda! I'm sure if he feels the same way, he went through the exact same thing. You know us girls have to take the reigns most of the time. Guys are too afraid of rejection."
"I'm the one who has to be afraid of rejection now." She took another sip and a long stare out the window. "I just hope he remembers me for Pete's sake. I'd die if he called me up and asked who I was. I'd just fall down and die. Right here."
"Oh, lord girl. Don't be so melodramatic!" Amy walked over to Elizabeth and turned her around so they were facing each other. "You lose a lot of your babeliness when you get like this."
"Would you stop with that babe thing? It's really getting on my nerves."
"But it's such an easy way to get under your skin! After all, I think Bill has a point."
"Oh, please!" Elizabeth spun around to face the window again.
"He's the last person I want to be thinking about right now. You know, he called me again last night." Amy ran around to get in between Elizabeth and her window.
"Ooh, do tell."
"You know. It's the same old thing. 'You're such a great girl. You need to get over this guy. C'mon, babe.' Babe. Babe! I hate that nickname. I absolutely hate it"
"Babe isn't a nickname. It's- well, I don't know exactly what it is. But it isn't a nickname."
"Fine, well, whatever it is. I still hate it."
Amy went back around behind Elizabeth and started rubbing her shoulders. "Well, come on, babe. We should get going if we're still planning on catching that movie."
"All right, but make sure the answering machine is on. I don't want to miss any calls."
Amy walked towards her bedroom and shouted behind her, "I wouldn't dream of letting that happen!" A sudden turn, "You've really got it bad for this boy, don't you?"
"I just might-"
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