She left me.

Linda left me. What did I do wrong, was I to mean, or maybe not handsome enough.

No, it was the movie. When Percy Oniel came. The jerk must have said he was the one who had written the love note. I had written a secret love letter to Linda, but Percy, the jerk, said he made it.

It didn’t matter.

I was alone at the movies, by myself.

She was gone.