He was watching a basketball game. When it was over and he went to call me; the phones had been turned off. We learn something new. Calls can only be made up until a certain time - shut off is about midnight east coast time. The positive thing is we now have a few extra minutes of time for another day. The bad thing is I 've taken one of my few coveted tranquilizers for nothing and feel groggy.
I turn on TV and see that 60 Minutes has just recently recorded. I cue it up to find out the first chunk is an interview of his famous ex-attorney who is now serving 20 years for masterminding the financial misfortune that landed my lover where he is. There is a cameo shot of my soul mate that I play over and over on slo-mo. It is the only live footage I have of him. How sad is that?
It is nearly summer in the Pacific NW and the weather is still tempermental. We have slipped from 70 degree gardening days into gray, windy, 50's. I decide to walk on the beach. Half a mile from any beach access or hope of cover, the sky breaks open and I am drenched. It seems so perfectly fitting. I decide to look for agates. I decide the storm gods can do whatever they must do. I decide to laugh and dance in the rain.
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