Christmas allowed me to make it to the ER just as the rain was starting and would soon freeze. One is manic, running through the neighborhood breaking things. One is shaking hard in alcohol withdrawal (she's not yet thirty and nearly dead of it). The other would just like a break from his life. I talk to them, then I talk to the doctor, then I drive to the office and type it all up. And then I go to my ex-wife's house where our children have assembled and I get to see them all together among our gifts, happy for awhile.
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