CHAPTER 8February 14
Wednesday, noon
Sal finished the remainder of his cool rum gimlet and sat up to see his wife running up from the beach, her lovely body glistening like smooth, brown enamel. She seemed very happy with their new fortune and seemed to believe, without question, that it had been the forgotten inheritance of one of Sal’s old aunts in New York.
Angela was a simple girl, and that was what he loved about her. She would have been just as content to live outside Washington in a cracker box suburb for the rest of her life. She was never ashamed of him, even when his electronics repair business failed and he had to go to court, or when he had to file Chapter 7. She stood with him, defended him to the wall, even against her own family. She truly believed that their recent good
