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Phonebooth

           

           Ifthebenderhadoccurredonaweeknight,hewouldsleepforthreehours,getup,dress,chewfourExcedrins,andgoofftoteachhisnineo’clockAmericanPoetsstilldrunk.Goodmorning,kids,todaytheRed-EyedWonderisgoingtotellyouabouthowLongfellowlosthiswifeinthebigfire.

           Hehadn’tbelievedhewasanalcoholic,JackthoughtasAl’stelephonebeganringinginhisear.Theclasseshehadmissedortaughtunshaven,stillreekingoflastnight’smartians.Notme,Icanstopanytime.ThenightsheandWendyhadpassedinseparatebeds.Listen,I’mfine.Mashedfenders.SureI’mokaytodrive.Thetearsshealwaysshedinthebathroom.Cautiouslooksfromhiscolleaguesatanypartywherealcoholwasserved,evenwine.Theslowlydawningrealizationthathewasbeingtalkedabout.TheknowledgethathewasproducingnothingathisUnderwoodbutballsofmostlyblankpaperthatendedupinthewastebasket.HehadbeensomethingofacatchforStovington,aslowlybloomingAmericanwriterperhaps,andcertainlyamanwellqualifiedtoteachthatgreatmystery,creativewriting.Hehadpublishedtwodozenshortstories.Hewasworkingonaplay,andthoughttheremightbeanovelincubatinginsomementalbackroom.Butnowhewasnotproducingandhisteachinghadbecomeerratic.

           IthadfinallyendedonenightlessthanamonthafterJackhadbrokenhisson’sarm.That,itseemedtohim,hadendedhismarriage.

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