So went out for my usual Sunday brunch again and while I was waiting, Maria came up, gave me a big hug and said, “You’ll forgive me, won’t you?” I told her that I was sorry for putting her on the spot. “But you’ll promise, you’ll forgive me, won’t you?” she replied. I told her yes, I did forgive her.

The restaurant was unusually busy, so afterwards we had only brief bits of conversation. Eventually she left me a note with her phone number, which said she was ashamed of herself and asked me to give her a call. I thanked her again and by the time I’d finished brunch, we both seemed to be putting it behind us.

Unfortunately I didn’t get a chance to call her this evening since I went up to San Francisco and got caught in massive traffic jam. (Seemingly there was some big event at Pier 39 and Embarcadero was shut down, not a pretty combination.), So I didn’t get home until too late. (It was too important to do on the cell while I sat in traffic.) I’ll try to catch her tomorrow.