ANOTHER MORNING IN THE BERKSHIRES You taste your first cup of coffee, bracing for a bad day. Nothing good can happen until this time tomorrow. Because you have a houseful of people. Guest room occupied, living room sofa bed in use, a St Bernard in the kitchen half asleep. It’s Roger, his wife, his kids and their dog. You don’t invite them. They always show up unannounced and without manners. The kids don’t like you and you don’t like them. Wife is sweet and sour. But Roger and you have a link going back to the time he saved your life. There you were on the outskirts of town in an abandoned warehouse. Bound and gagged and about to be executed by a Mafia goon who thought you knew too much. Lucky for you Roger was in that warehouse ripping off brass fixtures. Roger ambushed the goon, knocked him unconscious with a brass pipe and took a bullet. You take another sip of coffee. You anticipate the insufferable behavior of this crew and you work on brainwashing yourself that it’s only one lousy day of your life. And, no question, one day of lousy seems better than timeless nothing.
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 13:50:51 +0000
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