The Autumn Weekend
A FRIDAY IN AUTUMN It is Friday evening. I arrive home just after 7 o'clock, a little later than usual. I can tell from the lights in the windows that you are already home, and as I open the door I call your name. There is no reply and the house remains silent. I open the living room door. The lights are subdued and it takes my eyes a moment or two to get used to the gloom. You are not there, but I notice a black leather trench coat thrown over the back of one of the red...