My wife has a bit of a flair for the dramatic. Years of chronic drug abuse have left her emotionally unbalanced. This morning, I woke to find her standing fully clothed at the foot of the bed.
“I”, she said, fixing me with an unnervingly level stare, “am going out!”
“What’s up? Have we run out of milk?”
“No. I am going out. For the day. Alone.”
“But what abou….”
“I”, she cut in, “am going now.”
“Are you taking the ki…”
“ALONE!” her voice cracked like a whip and she was gone. Continue reading