The Ghost of Girlfriends Past. For Real.
Last night Andy called me while on his drive through Nevada. We were discussing how he wants to go to South America when he said, “That’s weird. That sign says ‘hola.’” I thought he meant because it was Spanish for “hello” and we were talking about S. America. Before I could ask he continued, “There’s a town here named Ola. O-L-A. That’s what I called my girlfriend before she died four years ago.”
I don’t really like when he brings her up, for obvious reasons, but I was polite about the situation, as always. “Maybe it’s a sign,” I suggested.
“What kind of a sign?,” he asked. “I don’t really believe in signs or things like that.” No sooner could he finish this statement before his call dropped. I tried to call him back but couldn’t. I finally got a call back from him but instead of showing up as “Andy,” my phone read in bright red letters, all caps, “UNAVAILABLE.”
I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a sign from Ola. That perhaps she did not want me to be with Andy. He insisted that she would have loved me and I spent the rest of the night in my bed, spooked.