I put my head down with a shy smile as I
took a gulp of Jack Daniels diluted with coca cola, almost emptying my glass;
then inhaled loudly. Jack always did it to me: made me
“Oh dear, please do not say a thing
like that.” Paul said, as he leaned on the car, beside mine.
I stared lost into space. What am I
doing? What is my life turning into? I thought to myself then felt hot tears
run down my cheeks. I did not want Paul to see the tears; did not want him to
know that I was already having issues in my marriage, but I