Time flies. Sometimes I think I should live hurriedly instead of trying to get the most out of these remaining years. These days, after having scrutinized my wrinkles, anyone can say to me: But youre still a young man. Still. But how many years are left in still.
This is the worst its going to get, Janice thinks to herself. And maybe shes right. Shes smack in the thick of the breakfast rush, businessmen in tailored business suits at a half dozen tables and gossiping housewives littered throughout the restaurant.