MARRIAGE
"You disapprove of my choice?" I had asked.
"Not at all" he had replied.
Later, I saw him gazing wistfully at my empty chair by the fireplace and at my bedroom, now emptied of its contents.
I really cannot congratulate you.
For me there remains the cocaine.
Forgive me, Holmes. Forgive me, Mary.
I would like to apologize to everyone regarding the relative absurdity of the drabble. Even I have no clear idea what it means. It just came into my head and I had to write it.