Steve was in a foul mood all day. He looked a mess as he drove to South Beach. When he needed to escape, he would go for a drive, park his car, and walk for hours. Steve parked his car on Ocean Drive, a hopping place on South Beach right on the Atlantic Ocean. Washington, Collins, and Ocean Drive were populated with bars, nightclubs, and restaurants. Steve had a drink at each one. Silently he slurped on fancy-looking cocktails with fruit piled high, people-watching. He overheard some conversations that made him sick to his stomach.
“I love you so much,” a young man told his girlfriend. “I’m so glad we decided to come to Miami for the weekend. I really needed to get out of the cold.”
That made him want to puke. A year from now, they’d be divorced. He’d seen it a million times. Steve hated
