fall from grace

St. Peter is saintly no more. It is now late Monday night and I have not heard from him since breakfast Friday morning (see St. Peter below). This is the same behavior he has exhibited for two weeks now and that led to my last text messaging confrontation with him. What is his deal? I just do not understand.

So, he was away this weekend in Montauk with friends - I knew that - but I figured if he was thinking about me at all (do you think about me at all???) that he would have written upon his return. But no. Nothing. Not even a text. And, frankly, I just do not have the time for this. I would have expected this from BJ but not from St. Peter. You are just not who I thought you were, Pietro and I am just going to have to let you go.

My guess is that he will write tomorrow asking how I am doing - but that will be all. There will be no invitation to go out, just a shout out. Or more likely a meek whisper....

does this one deserve another chance?