Artie read about the explosion in the newspaper the hotel brought with his breakfast and his newly shined shoes. It added insult to injury to know the bump on his head and the blood on his shoes hadn’t happened in a good cause. It was hard to sound optimistic when he made his daily phone call to Helen. He’d never been able to fool Helen—well, at least not completely.
“You sound like your biorhythms are out of whack,” she said. “Are you remembering your bio-vitamins?”
“Wouldn’t dare forget them, my dear.” Just the sound of her voice in his ear made him miss her like a limb. He didn’t get it. He’d loved maybe a hundred women. Loved and left them, and not just for the money. After a while he just got bored with them and had to move on. He didn’t much like being married, but he liked having
