Ben
I woke up with a touch of melancholia this morning. Waverly had left the house before me because of her monthly meeting with the school board, so it was up to me to rouse the two young ones, get them ready, and take them to school.
I had a headache from the night before since I downed a couple more shots of Harry’s scotch when I got home and had a cigarette on the rooftop before I settled back down in my office to write. Waverly had gone to bed hours before me, which was fine because we weren’t talking, anyway. I couldn’t believe she kept such a big secret for me for five years. Never mind that Harry told her to keep it a secret. Her loyalty is to me, not to him.
I sit in traffic, on the way to school, listening to Joni Mitchell’s “Both Sides Now,” which never fails to depress me. I
