Talking to a Stranger
“Bev,” Bill repeated, “What’s wrong?” I kept my silence. “Why won’t you talk to me?” He repeated that question five times before I gave up. You can’t outwait Bill. When he is on a track, only direct action gets him off -- if that. “My mother told me to never talk to strangers.” “Stranger? We’ve been married three years.” Four, but who’s counting? Not the numbers man, that’s for sure. “And you’re stranger than anyone I ever met.” He laughed at that. Bill has his faults, a single-track mind,...