Chapter 21

I didn’t ogle girls. I noticed pretty ones and thought of how I would look in this or that outfit and had fun in trips to the Mall with friends and my Mom, trying on stuff and thumbs-upping/thumbs-downing what they tried on. But, you know, I never ached to be with a woman either.

I was hopeless but I did not feel incomplete. I was busy with other things, real things. There’d be time enough once my career was blooming to take the long view. And my Mom never pushed me. She well knew the pitfalls of a rocky marriage. I mean, she told me that it had not always been bad but that it was a gradual thing and suddenly the both of them realized that it had become bad and would never get better. So, the booze was their shared pain-killer until she was faced with using it alone and decided she wouldn’t, couldn’t do that.