“I’m sorry I didn’t spend more time with you. I’m so sorry,” he said from the bed. “I guess you were working really hard, and that’s why you didn’t email me or call me back?” He’d rarely returned my emails and calls, did not mark my birthdays. “No,” he paused. “It wasn’t because I was busy. It was because I was mad you didn’t invite me to the Harvard weekend.” “What weekend?” “The introductory weekend. All I got was the bill,” he said, with a catch in his voice.
