When I get to the apartment later on,
All I can see is those images,
Those ones that were on the screens at the precinct,
Of that woman, Valerie Sennett, going through the streets,
In flames.
Scares me, in more than one way.
How can people do that to each other?
Suppose when you get to the point
Where love turns into absolute hatred,
Anything can happen.
I think that's what scares me.
The papers are still sitting on the table.
And this time, when I see them,
I reach for a pen.
And when I sign them, it feels like
There's some kind of weight that's been lifted.
The text message from Liv comes while I'm staring at the ceiling.
Meet me downstairs, she says,
And so I do, because there's nothing better to do.
There's a flower in her cup.
She tells me it's tea.
Valerie died a little while before she came, she informs me.
And I tell her that I signed the papers.
Didn't want Kathy to regret me, is how I put it when she pushed for something more.
Wonder if we'll end up in one of our little 'studies' on something
That bothers us, something we want answers to.
Probably.
Wouldn't be all that surprised if we did.
And we do.
She asks if I want to grab something to eat, and I say yeah,
And I ask who's paying, and she goes,
Well, I guess since you've got four kids,
And you're going through a divorce…you are.
I laugh.
That's what I thought.