The casket is lowered into the pit and the mourners leave in small groups. Only my wife and my best friend remain. Standing close to each other and talking in a low tone. I had never suspected they were that intimate.
If he, who had the means to help me, had not made himself incommunicado when the market crashed, I would not have locked myself in my room and swallowed those sleeping pills.
From high above I look at my final resting place again. Was all that reckless chasing of money and power to end there? In a six-foot-long pit?
If he, who had the means to help me, had not made himself incommunicado when the market crashed, I would not have locked myself in my room and swallowed those sleeping pills.
From high above I look at my final resting place again. Was all that reckless chasing of money and power to end there? In a six-foot-long pit?
