Is life a reward or a punishment?
Sitting at home was downright boring. The hostess disappeared during the day, God knows where, and I didn’t even ask, either in a hatha yoga group, or in the “Literary Lyre” club at the bookstore. Maybe she signed up to volunteer, sits with her friends, sipping beer in a strip bar... Who knows, but she returned late, cheerful and content, with a blush all over her cheek. She left Lucinda in my care and no worries... mommy, they call it.