“Two weeks.”
“Good for you,” Marcy said.
“I don’t drink anymore,” Jesse
said.
“You’re so sure?”
“Yes.”
“Whatever happened to ‘one day at a
time’?”
“I know what I know,” Jesse said.
“You think you’ll ever drink
again?”
“Not to excess,” Jesse said.
“You’re so sure.”
“I am.”
“What happened?”
“I don’t know,” Jesse said.
“Stuff changes.”
“How about Jenn,” Marcy said.
“How is she?”
“Don’t know. I haven’t seen her
in a couple of weeks,
either.”
“Will you see her again?”
“Yes,” Jesse said.
“So some stuff doesn’t change.”
“Maybe it does,” Jesse said.
“Just not as, what? … not as
simply as yes or no.”
“Relationships are hard,” Marcy said.
“Except ours,” Jesse said.
“We have a great advantage in ours,” Marcy said. “We don’t love
each other.”
“I know,” Jesse said.
They each took a drink. The snow came down very smoothly past the window.
“You got the kids that raped that girl,”
Marcy
said.
“Yes. They copped to a plea. Probation and community service.”
“No jail?”
“No jail,” Jesse said. “Kids.
First offense
…”
Jesse smiled slightly.
“On the other hand,” he said,
“their community service
assignment is me.”
“You rigged that, didn’t you.”
“I did.”
“Well, maybe they will get a taste of justice, at least.”
“Candace won’t,” Jesse said.
“You think she won’t get over
