I know you shouldn’t keep telephoning them—I know they don’t like that. When you do that they know you are thinking about them and wanting them, and that makes them hate you.
What sort of creature have you been dating? Such a man is not worth a prayer to any god for a telephone call. What happened to asking god for world peace, anyway? Even out of political correctness as they did in beauty pageants before the world realized they were another display of sexism and started asking for their demise.
Parker included many elements (sometimes rather similar elements) that elicit different responses.
Please let me see him again, God. Please, I want him so much. I want him so much. I’ll be good, God. I will try to be better, I will, if You will let me see him again. If You will let him telephone me.
Oh, it’s so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.
I know, God, just as well as You do, that if he were worried about me, he’d telephone no matter where he was or how many people there were around him… If he wanted me, he could get me. He knows where I am.
It wasn’t so difficult, now, was it? Sadly, this isn’t the end of the story. So another reaction was irritation. That’s why I gave it three stars despite its somewhat relatable mix of ambivalent feelings. I kept reading it using the narrator’s (most likely) desperate little voice. The memory of her plea still vexes me.
* Credit: Book cover via Goodreads