Monday, May 10, 2010


“Mark, your mind moves too fast to have only one emotion at a time.”

“You know me better than anyone else.” He whispered.

“Maybe,” she sighed.

“So how are things?” He turned onto his side and pumped his pillow with his fist. “You like being married?” He turned onto his back, put the phone up to his right ear, and shielded his eyes with his left forearm.