A Caged Bird Never Flies
A wife’s ultimatum and a lost love Another day, another dollar, and feeling a whole lot duller, I walked into my house. I dropped my keys onto the kitchen counter on the same spot I had been dropping them for the last three years and was just turning to walk away when I noticed the silence. Normally, Janice is puttering about the place, making some kind of noise, but today, nada. Becoming more curious by the moment, I walked into the living room. Janice wa...