Mandy and the Knife

My images of the weekend simply stopped Saturday evening until the time I woke up on the sofa this morning. Mandy and I had gotten to the cabin, gone for a long walk, made dinner and sat outside for a little while until it got too cold. We listened to an old radio drama she downloaded onto her phone and we went to bed at about 10. And then there was just a blank space where Sunday should have been. It wasn't even certain just when we'd driven back. Strangely I found her purse in my glove box. That's where she'd put it when we got out there. She never took it with her when we got back to Edison. I called her