The mourning after ...
He wakes to the sun pouring through the open curtains. The bottle of scotch is empty next to him. Sometime in the middle of the night he had rolled over on the remote control and his senses were assaulted with some talking head on some channel bitching about something the president had or hadn't done.
Even if his hangover wasn't clouding his thoughts, the events of the last few days still rattle around his muddled brain. Every time he closes his eyes he sees Heather's face as she said hello - and good bye. Her voice is a loop in his head, telling him to go back to DC. He will, he knows, even though every fiber of his being is telling him to get in his car and make the drive up to see her, to stand on her step until she leaves with him. It's all they've done for the past fifteen years - push their own desires down to make other people happy. But this is the first time in those fifteen years the purpose has actually been noble. Breaking Jenny's heart is really a shitty thing to do.
Maybe he'll go down to Mexico even for a couple of days. Mike will have beer and a clear mind. He'll remind him that troubling himself over women isn't worth the effort and that if he's going to work, he needs to focus on his job. He can pick up a block of wood and make a toy for James. The part of his brain that can work during any kind of physical crisis knows that he can blow off all but the dinner sessions tomorrow. He can be on Mike's beach in just a few hours.
First, he needs to shower and remove the pins from his eyes and the hammers from his brain.
Even if his hangover wasn't clouding his thoughts, the events of the last few days still rattle around his muddled brain. Every time he closes his eyes he sees Heather's face as she said hello - and good bye. Her voice is a loop in his head, telling him to go back to DC. He will, he knows, even though every fiber of his being is telling him to get in his car and make the drive up to see her, to stand on her step until she leaves with him. It's all they've done for the past fifteen years - push their own desires down to make other people happy. But this is the first time in those fifteen years the purpose has actually been noble. Breaking Jenny's heart is really a shitty thing to do.
Maybe he'll go down to Mexico even for a couple of days. Mike will have beer and a clear mind. He'll remind him that troubling himself over women isn't worth the effort and that if he's going to work, he needs to focus on his job. He can pick up a block of wood and make a toy for James. The part of his brain that can work during any kind of physical crisis knows that he can blow off all but the dinner sessions tomorrow. He can be on Mike's beach in just a few hours.
First, he needs to shower and remove the pins from his eyes and the hammers from his brain.