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SEPTEMBER 28-29, 1985—SYRACUSE, NEW YORKIt’s the middle of the night and I’ve been lying in bed for the last hour looking at the ceiling. Buying that necklace was my first major screw-up since landing here. I think of how disappointed Tommy would’ve been if we’d to cancel the trip to Disney World. I may not feel like Tommy’s father, but in this world, I am, and I have to get on board with that. What’s more, I ruined what was supposed to be a wonderful night for Monica. (Not to mention what she had planned for me when we got home. Yeah, I’m selfish that way.) She may not be mad at me, but she’s disappointed, and I could see it in her eyes whenever she looked at me on the way home.
Finally, I get out of bed, throw my robe on, and walk to the darkened kitchen. There’s a spray of moonlight
