The Boy Introduction

Adelaide vaguely considered a swig of Bacardi as she surveyed her desk for other necessary morning amenities. She was not a morning drinkernor did she like Bacardi, but she did not know how to get throughtoday sober. She knew in approx three days the death grip wrenching her brain would relax, and she would be light and carefree, laughing at a removed third person who had gone through the big P for "no good reason". She would always mutter that at the restaurant when she spilt soda on her hands. "My hands are all sticky and for no good reason!" It was lame and she did not know where she got it from, but she caught herself saying it softly while dashing about the kitchen. Similarly, she was getting her brain all sticky, and for no good reason. It wasn't him. She grabbed her faux reading glasses and gasbill.It wasn't. And if it was- well perhaps it was a friend, who was trying to help him out, and had pushed him to do it. And perhaps he felt guilty about it immediately. Perhaps he was thinking about her the entire time, missing her, finding the other woman lacking. But the sheer self delight inherent in his friendster page suggestedotherwise. He would feel entitled, as Most Men Do.