Jack liked
making enigmatic comments, especially when he was drinking. Occasionally, he’d
say he was thinking of going on a three-day bat in Harrisburg. Maybe this came
from some book he read.
Some years
after he stopped drinking, he started saying, “I’m thinking of doing something
irrevocable.” He was feeling bogged down in his life. I can still see him
sitting at the other end of the couch, looking slightly desperate. We weren’t
have any more difficulties than usual, yet his comment made me very nervous. This
may have been when I opened another savings account that I didn’t tell him
about. Just in case.
But the
irrevocable thing that happened was his blood-clotting disorder. Not what he
had in mind. And I never asked him afterward what he’d been thinking when he
made that cryptic statement.
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April’s writing
challenge is to blog every day, with each post beginning with a letter of the
alphabet from beginning to end. We skip Sundays, except for April 1, so as to
have 26 days in the month.
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