Gerald said:"I'm going to play a song, I would love it if you would sing. This is something I learned from Leontyne Price, she stood right in this roo..., right where you are and sang it."He said her name and my heart did a pirouette."There is a Balm in Gilead"I knew this old spiritual. I had the record with Ms. Price singing it. I had only sung it in my house, with my piano, but I was so ready. He wheeled his chair over to the ebony piano."What is is your key, dear?" A flat, please"He hit a run. She felt cheap and disgusted as she looked at herself. She got in the shower and washed all the dried cum off her skin and cleaned out as best she could without a douche bag. When she finished her shower, she went back into the bedroom to find all her clothes. Fred was still lying on the bed watching as she entered. Her body looked amazing, everything about it was perfect and he had just ravaged it for the past 5 hours, fulfilling a fantasy that he had wanted for a long time. There was one. Friendlier, anyway.“Minnesota.”“Well, yeah, but where in Minnesota?”“Owatona.” The observation that she was only giving me one word answers was not lost on me. “You?”At least it was a question. I told her, “I’m going to Minneapolis. I have a friend there. Gonna live on their couch for awhile.” It was a true statement, strictly speaking, but it left out most of the important details. The gender of the friend remained conveniently hidden.“Are you moving there?”“I dunno. Yeah. Maybe.” I didn’t. That’s me at the moment. My head hurts and I had to leave work early because I went totally mute. But I’m not shaking and I don’t need my cane and my wife’s not crying or yelling at me. I feel relatively happy. I had a nap and a bowl of chili with some shredded cheese in it.Last night I was a little down and feeling envious which is an emotion I try to avoid like the plague. It’s almost as poisonous as bitterness which will kill your soul. I was envious because there’s all these people who can.