Irish Wake

I went to Amanda’s house last night. We both needed to not be alone and I am certain that Eugene would have wanted me to be there with his wife in her time of need. I had stopped to get a bottle of wine to soothe our nerves a bit, but I ended up getting a bottle of Eugene’s favorite whiskey instead: Jameson. We sipped whiskey on the rocks and held each other on the couch all night long. I wanted to say something, but nothing seemed right and Amanda seemed comforted just to have someone close. Nothing inappropriate happened between us. We just embraced until we fell asleep somewhere around 3 AM with the muted television tuned to CNN. At 8 AM, I woke, gently laid my friend’s wife down and covered her with an quilt, and threw back the double shot of whiskey and water left in my tumbler, and quietly let myself out.