Charlie
They said when one door closed another opened, and maybe that related to me because one shutting door was Serena and one opening door was Evelyn.
Serena had been waiting for me in the bedroom that morning when I came out of the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands in her lap and the expression of a woman who had spent the night preparing for a conversation she needed to go a specific way.
"Charlie," she had opened carefully, "what you said the other night, about the divorce, I need to know if you meant it."
I had looked at her for a moment, then reached for my watch on the dresser.
"I had been drinking Serena," I replied, clipping it on, "I had not been in my right mind."
She was quiet. "So you did not mean it."
"I had a bottle of whiskey in me," I told he
