“He awoke slowly, and from a long way away. His head was heavy. His sleep had been deep but troubled. Why had the alarm gone off an hour early? That hour of missed sleep clung to his eyes. Of course. He’d left his car near Helen’s apartment. He had to pick it up before parking charges became applicable. Eight-thirty, was it? Or eight? He couldn’t remember. Helen’s apartment. Memories of yesterday flooded back. Sunday with Helen. It had been like sitting on a bouncy ball that had a very slow punc...ture. He immersed himself in practicalities with some relief. Very calming, sometimes, practicalities. Shower. Dry. Dress. Breakfast. Coffee. Toast. Three-fruit marmalade on the first half-slice, honey on the second, then spreadable butter only, then medium-cut Seville orange marmalade. Pills. Quinapril, amlodipine and bisoprolol hemifumarate for the blood pressure. Simvastatin for the cholesterol. Cod liver oil with glucosamine for the joints. Nothing for the confusion in his soul, no cure known for that yet.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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