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Friday, October 26, 2012

3 2 deadtime

. her ex
merideth's arrival in my home for adrienne's reception had ambushed me .
i hadn't thought to invite her . or to send her a niote about the funeral . i hadn't called about adrienne's death .
my oversight lacked consideration . and it certainly lacked compassion . if my plate hadn't been so full of other things at the time i might have turned double-barrel shell of recrimination upon myself . but  my plate was beyond full . i'd screwed up in so many crucial ways over the previous year that i shrugged off the sleight to merideth . i had a plethora of worse sins on which to spend my store of mea culpas .
with marty in the picture , the immediate future looked no less complicated than the recent past .
merideth and i talked for a while before we moved on to other conversations .
i spotted lauren diagonally across the crowled room . she was eyeing merideth , who was in the midst of an animated  discussion  with diane estevez . diane was my partner in clinical practice , and a dear friend whose tenure in my life exceeded that of both of my wives . lauren , my current wife , had seen photographs of merideth my ex-wife . lauren knew at whom she was staring .

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