It’s been three days since I buried my wife and two days of pretending that I didn’t while hiding out in my house with my best friend. I know this phony existence can’t go on forever, but the reprieve from reality has been nice. Eventually, I’ll have to put on my big boy pants and face life—but not today.
“See? I told you! I’m always the f*****g teacher with four peg-headed kids and a minivan. This game is depressing,” I declare with mock annoyance.
“Well”—Lily grins—“you’re just gonna have to buck up and make the best of it. Some things in Life are left to chance.”
“And I always come out at the bottom.”
“Depends on how you look at it, I guess.”
We’ve spent the past two days lounging around. We’ve watched movies, played games, asked questions, ordered food, and slept. We just finished
