A Look in the Mirror
Experience is not what happens to you, It is what you do with what happens to you.
I had forced myself to clean my apartment. The ritual of putting everything back in place was a way of saying goodbye to Laura. I arranged the books neatly on the table, as Laura would have liked them. I had not only cleaned the dishes, but also put them away in the top cupboard. Laura had always chided me about leaving my dishes lying around. I had scrubbed the bathroom floor and saved Laura’s makeup kit that she had left behind. The lemon scent of Pinesol was still in the air. In spite of a warm sunny day outside, my room felt cold and antiseptic. Ten days had passed since I met Armstrong in his cell. Yesterday I had received ...