Sixty-five
Peggy, I am not doing well, either. No. She is here with me. As much as I will let her, anyway. I have been working long, long days, some nights, so we haven't seen much of each other over the last month. The being apart is part of it. I have had blackouts, frozen moments, frozen mouth (hard to find words, I mean). She hasn't seen any of this, and I haven't said too much. Little hints, and her voice tells me she knows. I'm too tired, scared to give her the full narrative. Yes, I know. I know. She has been too kind. I don't want this to happen to me. Not now. I can't lose her but I don't think it's right that she go through this with me. She has so much life. Yeah, sounds like the hero boyfriend. Don't think that's it. Yes, it is nice to have her there even if a voice out of a speaker. She knows. And then there's the losing her on top of my shit, probably my step off the cliff. Man! This is such shit! I want to qu...