THROUGH A BOTTLE DARKLY

I've had too much to drink.

Gotta focus.

Nick called and he was all broke up. It was a stupid accident. Drunk driver.

He sounded drunk. He was crying. Asked me to forgive him for all his foul ups.

Forgive him? No Nicky don't tell me that.

Gotta call him back. Fingers fumbling for the buttons.

Nicky? Tell me again…a truck…he tells me where and when.

Dropped the damn thing again.

Hutch does it for me this time…Nicky's telling me: Thursday; ten o'clock ; alongside dad.

I'll be there, momma. I'll be wearing my Dress Blues…medals… to make you proud.

Mommy!