Fifty-three

 Peggy,

    Yes, she did. We walk in the mornings. Yes, we are both morning people, early morning people. Early, early morning. She just said she likes it. Very much. Couldn't get anything else from her. No matter.

    Did he finally go home?

    And I don't know. I, too, am a passive aggressive guy when forced to face the mirror. But, for me, doing something real isn't...okay, yes, it's part of it, so I don't know if you can label him as one, too. Yes, I remember a few times when you gave us shit for basically turning a woman (someone from school, once, I do remember that) into a well a weak, simple minded fuck doll. At least that's what you let us know that's what we did, like it was drinking water, I believe were your words. I know, walking away from you isn't exactly a resolution or constructive process to a solution. Face me, you said. Talk to me, you said. Look into my eyes and say that, you said. You are the one, the why she and I tell each other so much every (almost) morning. You and your husband have the strength to wait and whatever else it takes to get him through this.

    As it is, goodnight.