Mulrooney rolled sluggishly out of bed before the shrill alarm could enjoy its unique brand of sadism. Minutes earlier, at 6:00 A.M., Clarke had called and, with the articulation of a train conductor, said his wife was taking him in for an emergency root canal. Mulrooney stared at the ceiling for several minutes. Waking up alone sucks. I should get myself a stuffed dog and name it Freeze.
Waking up alone sucks. I should get myself a stuffed dog and name it Freeze.After he showered and fed his Lion Fish, Houdini, Mulrooney sat at his easel and tried to finish a watercolor he had begun before his heart attack. Art was the only passion he allowed himself these days. Usually painting helped him get his head straight, but after ten minutes he decided he could probably get in touch with Jimmy H
