August 15th, 1982
I am listening to a symphony of crickets, cross-legged on a mattress on the floor of Wendy’s temporary living room in Providence, Rhode Island. It’s a lovely little city. Their apartment sits high above the buildings in town and provides a grand view. Cinerama twilight. John is at sea, sailing until mid-week. This is their temporary place for two more weeks when their apartment building next door is available. I drove here today with Phoebe’s brother, Robert. A week’s vacation. A week away from the chaos of my job. Rest.