MADISON
Before it’s too late
“What’s happening?” Libby asks in her concern, seeing me stare into what space there is before me, as I’m trying to process the words I just listened to. I feel as I’m between a rock and a hard place: whatever I do, there’ll be significant consequences.
“Get ready, I want to go out! Just you and me”. The surprise at my desperate tone startles her.
“What do you have in mind, Maddy?”
“B, don’t you start too. I don’t want to spend my time in here”.
We head to Honky-tonk Central for something to eat and to have a little fun listening to good music.
Libby is thrilled, my temporary happiness proving contagious. For a few hours, we forget to talk about the past and just concentrate on ourselves, on the food and the good whiskey they serve. I could never h
