Molly Me
Copyright© 1995 It was along toward the end of my marriage... it would drag on another four years or so, but it was over, all right. My wife was off at another of her interminable religious meetings and I was home watching our three year old. Ever since Bobby was born, Pat had gotten more and more into this weird "off-shoot of an off-shoot" of some Protestant sect. I could tell you which one, but it wouldn't mean anything to you so, why waste the ink? Bobby was asleep in her crib, and I was...