Oh, how I relate. One sentence in, and I know that this is a short story I'm supposed to read.
The Lie
by T. Coraghessan Boyle
I’d used up all my sick days and the two personal days they allowed us, but when the alarm went off and the baby started squalling and my wife threw back the covers to totter off to the bathroom
in a hobbled two-legged trot, I knew I wasn’t going in to work. ...click for the rest.
1 comment:
Great reading for 2 am when I can't sleep. I love the New Yorker. Thanks for sharing this.
Will think of you tomorrow night (tonight?) at Bruce!
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