Well, good riddance. That time with her was confusing. I look around, and try to understand where the hell Laura could be. SHE gets off at four. It is six.
Dinner is supposed to be on the table.
SHE should be lying down on our brown couch, reading an 'Esquire' or something. Goddamn it, I'm hungry. And just one question keeps bugging me like a sore. I want to know. I don't like to think about it.