February 20, 2013
I cleaned the house, set the table, lit the candles,and sipped some good white wine. I stirred and simmered the risotto. I took out the lovingly roasted root vegetables from yesterday's meal and set them to heat in the micro when the company, my sister and her husband, arrived. I arranged the pieces of roasted chicken on the platter. I found acoustic guitar music to play and enjoyed more sips of wine. I waited. Hours passed. Two and a half fucking hours passed and then she called, "we'll jump in the car if you want, we couldn't get away."