I don’t know how I got through eight hours of work Monday. I walked around like a f*****g zombie, surprised I didn’t get hurt or even killed. Finally, it was three o’clock, and I almost ran all the way, not even stopping at the pool hall.
Walking through the front door, I said “Hi” to my mom, walked to the front room, sat on the couch, and picked up the phone. As I dialed Jeannie’s number, I kept thinking, “What do I say to her after last night.”
On the third ring, I heard Jeannie’s voice on the other end. “Hi, Jeannie,” I said, “Is Molly there?”
“She’s here.”
“Can I talk to her?”
“Hold on.”
When I heard Molly’s voice, I closed my eyes and got the image of her sitting in my car.
“Hi,” I said, “how are you?”
“All right, I guess,” she said a little tentatively.
“Molly,” I said, “wha
