Chapter nine
SuviEven when you think you’ve reached bottom you’ll keep digging.
Sobriety Partnership Handbook
The fishing dock wouldn’t work, that much was obvious. It wasn’t high enough, and the water underneath looked placid. Far too placid to help someone who wanted to die. Suvi took another long swallow of wine and stared at the waves gently lapping against the huge wooden piers, wondering where she should go. The sound of a passing truck, its gears grinding downwards, reminded her of the highway bridge. Was there a pedestrian way? She had never walked across it, only been whisked over in the Hudson, with Tom at the wheel.
Sometimes he used to take her to a little place on the other side of the Bay. They would have drinks and dinner, while the house band played jazz standards.
Suv
