Bound by a Promise
But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the one he loves.
- Mikhail Bulgakov
ANA
The game starts. And I am a verifiable wreck.
I increase the volume with the remote.
Christmas Eve is unusually cold in Memphis this year. And with a light flurry of snow falling silently from the sky, the landscape outside of my parents’ one-story kitchen window grows what looks like a soft pale fur, the scene outside just as quiet as the grave.
It’s a vast difference from the atmosphere inside, which is loud and noisy, brimming with the sounds of helmet and shoulder pads hitting each other hard, deaf-eared announcers screaming at the top of their lungs to the tune of the crowd roaring around a field.
Some of them cursing. Some of them cheering. Most of them s
