Chapter 9I was sitting at the kitchen island on a stool, reading the lyrics of the song she sang the night before for the first time, for me, a gift. In our entire history she’d never managed to keep a new song a secret, she’d get too excited about it, or too nervous about performing it for the first time, but this one she had. Its relevance haunted me for the remainder of the night and into the morning.
“So keep your eye on the stage show…maybe you’ll find me there… like I do…” She had been talking about losing herself lately, immersed in a depression about where she was going with her life, I would have said it was a mid-life crisis but she was only shy of thirty-three.
And then there was the part that was especially for me,
“And she’s got me…and I’m drunk again…oh, she’ll regret me i
