Richard POV
I have made a number of mistakes in my life. I have made them in the order most men do. I drank too much in my twenties. I married a woman I did not understand in my thirties. I agreed to a second marriage I understood even less in my early forties. Each mistake had a clean shape to it. I could point at any one of them and say “there, that is what I did wrong,” and then I could put it on the shelf and move on with my week.
Millie is not a clean shape. Millie is the only woman my hands have ever felt right on. I will not say this out loud. I will not say anything out loud for the rest of this week if I can help it. The kitchen was bad enough. The garage was worse. The pantry this morning was… I will not write the word down. I will not dignify it. Whatever the pantry was, it wa
