Leaving Madeleine - Part 13
Somehow it was past midnight. Not particularly late by any stretch of the imagination, but late enough for Madeleine to wonder where I was and why I hadn't called. The display on my Nokia informed me I had three missed calls, two text messages and a voice mail - all from her. No one was the wiser since I had turned my ringer off before the movie and never bothered to turn it back on afterwards. As we stepped outside, Patrick suggested we all share a cab. I was the first to back out saying how I felt bad enough for crashing their date and didn't want to deprive them of a romantic taxi ride. Patrick quickly pointed out it was not a date and was about to try and change my mind, when Brigitte interjected with the fact that her aunt's place was in the opposite direction anyway. Still trying to honour what was left of the "man code" and against every urge in my mind and body, I insisted I'd take the métro and bid my friend and potential lover a good evening. I exc...