The Dog Days of Summer
“Can’t we at least talk about this?” I continued to look into the mirror and scrub the makeup off my face with a thick terry cloth washcloth. I also made a point to shoot my husband a disgusted look. We had been talking about it for the last two hours, and he won’t let it go. He continued. “I saw some really fucked-up shit this morning and it’s been messing with me all day ... and I ... I worry about you, Mel.” There were times when I hated Vince’s career, but I knew very early on that...