The gray skies added a gloomy look to all that was going on. My girls were upset which was evident by their silence. The first ten minutes in the car they cried, then nothing. The squeaky windshield wipers added a sort of backbeat to the, ‘Best of Neil Sedaka’ music my father played. I hated living in the city, so I moved south. It was the first time I wished I lived in the city. To get to the cabin we had to go through downtown and hopefully catch the expressway to the interstate. Traffic moved slowly, but it moved on the way into town. Once things calmed down, I pulled out the first aid kit and decided to work on Paul’s injury. He washed down four ibuprofen with the vodka. Lisa had stronger pills, but Paul said he’d rather wait in case he needed them. “How are you?” I asked Paul in a whisper. “I’m okay.” He said breathy. I knew he wasn’t.
