ARTHUR
When Doris left, I felt like she took my heart with her. I stared at the door she had closed, not gently, but not loudly either. Wondering how I had gone from being on top of the world to feeling like my whole world was falling apart.
I drank a scotch, and I slammed the glass down on my expensive bar table. "Dammit," I said to myself. "This is Doris’s fault, not mine. Why do I feel guilty?"
I still held a hand wrapped around the glass in a death grip. If I squeezed it any tighter, the glass would probably shatter.
I ran on the treadmill for five minutes, took a cold shower, and went to bed early. There was nothing else I could do tonight.
DORIS
I asked Nina if she was available to meet. She suggested we walk and talk because she wanted to make sure she was in the best shape po
