Issue 72, Winter 1977
Monica calls. There is a confessional tone to her voice and I don’t want to hear the confession, the voice, anything. I’m already hungover from the upheavals of the preceding day plus I have a headache from too much dry sherry taken the preceding night. Sherry drinking is preparation for my old age. By the time I’m seventy I’ll be able to belt it down with all the other hearty old ladies, I have to be in training for something. Discipline provides a needed order for one who lives alone.