Two s a CrowdChapter 2
Where I wonder who I married nine years ago. There isn't much to tell about the next few days. I felt as though I were living under water. All senses were subdued. Even sounds seemed muffled. With the aid of sleeping pills I slept a lot, but the quality of my sleep was more that of unconsciousness. I couldn't complain, though — the sleeping hours took a huge bite out of my painful existence. While awake I worked, mostly. For once I was glad that my job was about numbers — solid,...