CHAPTER 48

Who Cares Who’s President?

(November 8, 2016)

By the time the night of Nov. 8th rolled around everyone knew who was going to win. Heather and I began watching the coverage at around six. I couldn’t concentrate on it, though. My savings had dwindled to a couple of dollars and I still hadn’t found a job. I hadn’t yet told Heather. Every morning I left the apartment for some imaginary purpose. I felt like a phantom as I wandered the streets looking for nothing. For memories of the future.

I knew I would have to tell Heather the truth the next morning, and I wasn’t looking forward to it at all.

At around 7:30, as we lay in bed staring at the TV, I grabbed the remote and said, “Who cares who’s President?” I pressed the OFF button. Heather and I buried ourselves beneath the covers, lost ourselves within each other’s bodies.

We didn’t hear the news until the next morning.