Playing Out Ch 03
Intermezzo The morning has finally arrived, cooler than yesterday. The breeze is still there but all the wind on earth can not blow away the memories of last night. I am sitting on my balcony, my soft winter robe around me. The newspaper is anchored beneath a carafe of coffee. This is the best place to be on a Sunday morning. I have a section of the paper on my lap but I am not reading. My mind can not let go of the past few hours… or most of the rest of the past for that matter. I have...