I waited the entire weekend, Friday, Saturday and Sunday! But the phone call didn’t happen. On Sunday evening after six, Fred’s mother called and asked me to go to Lafayette, call her with a pay phone number and to wait for Fred to call me there.
After I called her, I waited for slightly more than an hour. Finally the phone rang and it was Fred.
“Don’t ask me any question. I just wanted you to know I’m okay.” he uttered.
“Do you know when you’re coming home?” I barely whispered.
“As soon as I can, I promise.” Fred offered.
“You promise you’re alright?” I needed to know.
“Sure babe. It’ll be okay! I have to go now, take care of yourself! I love you.” he remembered to comfort me.
“I love you too.” I said to the dial tone.
On June 7th I had another call from Los Angeles, I think it was the same man as before.
“You’re to come to Miami on June 10th. Fred will meet you there. The hotel reservations are in your name at the Marriott.” he detailed.
Before I could ask any questions, he had hung up.
I flew to Miami on the10th and waited for 10 days. Fred did not show up. There was no phone call. I had no idea what to do.