The Changing
The next day Bobby and Maggie and I piled our collective stuff into my car for the ride home. We were all hung over. Bobby was still feeling humiliated and so said little. I was still pissed off and didn’t want to say anything. Maggie was absurdly defensive insisting she had done nothing wrong and using the full weight of her mighty intellect to prove it and just couldn’t shut up. Her exercise in syllogism was somewhat entertaining initially, but soon began to be a bore. “No smoking in the...