The Wife Who Never WasIn the middle of a battle with Dr. Egregious, I think of her laugh. It was loud, whether in private or public--too loud, sometimes, for polite company. Never a girlish giggle for her; more like a horse's guffaw.
What I would give to hear it just one more time.
As I think of it, Egregious draws his Trivializer and aims the barrel at my chest. I smack it away with one swipe of my hand, shattering it into a thousand pieces.
Then, I go to work on Egregious. So very glad he's indestructible; I need someone like him to pound and pound until the memory of her laughter fades.
Even though I know I'll never forget for long. How could I? She was my wife.
Her name was Doris Dane. And for reasons unknown to me, she no longer exists. That particular version of her, th
