Desperate to eradicate gloom enveloping my mind, in one unbroken procession, I race to my apartment, slip off mud-caked shoes, damp clothing, step into a soothing shower, and linger "til gloom withers. My stomach rumbles, eliciting another yearning. Exiting the shower, and toweling off, I saunter naked from the steamy bath toward the kitchen, when the photo, I place on the refrigerator several days ago, cause more angst. With growing suspicions of Bruce and Judith"s friendship, I telephone my father instantly.
“Aiden Powell,” my father answers. I miss the old greeting, "Powell residence," but now that dad"s widowed and living alone, the old greeting seems unsuitable.
“Dad, can I drop by tonight?”
“Sure, hon. You called just in time. Dinner"s in the oven.”
“Yum, can I pick up anything f
