Cisie Goodman called me yesterday. Well, she's Cisie Smith now. She's been married for three years to a fella named Mike Smith (whom she's been with for ten years). Man, it was great to hear her voice. There's still a little tension there on my part, because I remember how she did Rick after they broke up. And I also recall how she told some people that she slept with me when I was letting her stay in my apartment on Mountain Street (which never happened). But I have to remember that she was going through a difficult time back then, addicted to cocaine and just separated from Rick. I suspect that meeting Mike Smith was one of the things that helped her get her life back on some kind of track.

Anyway, Cisie was supposed to come over today, but she couldn't make it. Her car was acting up. I told her it was no big deal, that we'd see her come Christmas if we didn't see her this time. I was tickled to hear from her, and am glad that she's doing well. I don't know all the details about what went on between her and Rick, but I'm sure I'll find out someday. I'm also equally sure that Cisie has probably earned whatever peace she has found.