The Last Three Weeks of My Single Life

Every one we knew seemed to be against it. He was divorced, he had been trying to pass the bar exam for ten years and suffered from my grains. The difference in our ages was excessive, and we were very poor. In three weeks, my fiance and i would be married, a small ceremony with only the two of us present. And then he would move here. But for now, i just wanted to watch the fog. I could put up new curtains, or paint the bathroom, or line the closets with moth balls. There were any number of improvements to be made to this old house. It rained all day without a break. Fine threadlike drops slid down the