The telephone rang. It continued to ring until the answering machine picked up. The message said that she was unavailable. Damn it, I thought. Just like that cunt to not be there when I needed her the most.
Marla had always been there for me when I needed her, but her career frequently kept her to all hours of the night. No, she was not a hooker or a call girl. She helped others in the time of need. She took calls for the suicide prevention hotline, frequently assisting the police in talking a suicidal person through the worst part.. actually attempting suicide.
I met Marla in a suppor...
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