On the floor by the desk there were papers, cigarette ends, an empty whiskey bottle. I didn't stop to look at any.of it. I left the office, stopped in a bar for a drink, got my car and drove home.
I changed my clothes, packed a bag, had some whiskey, and answered the phone. It was about nine-thirty.
Kathy's voice said,' So you haven't gone yet.'
'Alone?' I asked, my voice still thick.