The 25th Hour
I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice.
- Jeanette Winterson
COLTON
Halftime’s over. And so is this game.
New Orleans is still half-hot, sticky despite the winter winds. A Mississippi River breeze blows over the wet and wild Louisiana town, and in the midst of a February spring weather, I feel a chill roll over my body.
I’m going to lose the Super Bowl. And it’ll all be my fault.
We’re down by ten. 30-20 at the half.
The refs sound the whistle and as the play dies, I look towards the sidelines, searching for inspiration, searching for a reason. Searching for Ana.
She didn’t accept my invitation.
I talked with Elena, did everything I could. I convinced her sister to help me escort Ana back to the Four Seasons with Big Ben and Corey in tow,
