CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sally and I came to an abrupt end the week after the session when I showed her the photos of Magda. There was an incident. I’d rather not talk about it. It’s embarrassing, painful. Well, you can probably guess. I made a pass at her. It was a stupid, stupid, stupid thing to do. But I do get lonely. I know everyone does, but I really have no one now. My friends have disappeared. Chris stuck it out the longest, but I haven’t heard from him in ages. My ex, Annabel, used to text from time to time, but that all stopped when she met a new man. How am I supposed to meet a new woman? Believe me: chatting up women stone-cold sober is not easy.
My main social contact these days is the occasional phone lecture from my sister. Have you done this? Have you done that? Why not? And my m
