hornbacher

You know those afternoons," he asks, drawing a shaking breath, "where you__e just going along, doing fine, and then afternoon comes and it feels like you__e just got the wind knocked out of you and everything is wrong?" He sighs and slowly pushes himself so he__ sitting upright. His shoulders are slumped. "That__ all," he says. "It__ just one of those afternoons."We are silent for a minute. Then he lies back down on the couch.I should say I love him. I should say it will be all right. But it won__.I walk down the hall to my bedroom. I lie down on my side and stare at the wall, the blue-flowered wallpaper next to my nose. Despite my best efforts, I start to cry.I know those afternoons.