His son was out sitting in the car, talking to someone on the phone. His wife was in her office, designing a flier for her new business. His daughter was at college, between classes—he knew this because she had told him her schedule, lamenting the short lunch breaks on Tuesdays and Thursdays. His mother was in St. Louis. His father was in the grave. His sister was vacationing in Florence with her new husband, Otis, a name that had not previously entered his life. His neighbors were blowing leaves loudly. And what was he doing? He was doing nothing. That’s all he could do. It was hard to do anything when your mind was divided so fractionally into the lives of others.
©2020 Ben Greenman/Stupid Ideas
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