The morning wore on with no sign of Roger.Maybe he didn’t remember calling.Wes waited for the phone to ring,hoping his boyfriend would call back,because he didn’t want to wake Roger up out of an alcohol induced slumber and tell him they were through…that wouldn’t go over too well.He wanted Roger to sober up and call first,apologize for what he’d said earlier,maybe ask if they could get together later on in the day,and then Wes could tell himno,he didn’t think so.He even knew what he’d say,how he’d say it.You know,Roger,this just isn’t working out,any of it.I think we should maybe just leave it at that,what do you say?I’ve got some of your things here,you can come pick them up,and hey,have a nice life,because I intend to.Goodbye.