10:00a.m.- Napoli Square at Moon St. I'm surrounded by an appendix of war. My blood-curdling veins are getting too much attention. The eloquent one is on to something.
"Have you finished the job?"
Silence.
11:00a.m.-
9:00a.m.- Regret. "Maybe a compromise? Ten a.m., ten a.m., ten a.m., ten a.m. ..."
3:00a.m.- A paper that reads, "Margaret, I love you. You are and always will be everything. Look after the kids."
