Chapter 35

Bemused or not bemused, I was still coherent, sober, and driving us away from the downtown area of Erie toward her lakeside home. In retrospect, I was an emotional mess: bubbly because of her fondness for Jim and filled with bewilderment because I didn’t know if she were fucking with me or not. Judy liked playing emotional games with anyone, even her twins. Toying was a masterful art she had learned throughout the years, sort of like the watercolor talent that she had skillfully obtained over time.