"The sharp odor of gin hit me. Charlie was drowning his sorrows, and they apparently were dying hard."
~ Marcia Muller, Edwin of the Iron Shoes (1977)

Be a good girl.
Can't you see he really loves your mother?
Made in heaven,
perfect for each other.

Go to sleep.

I left the light on in the hallway.
I know you say it makes you feel safe.
I checked your closets, and there are no monsters
in your room.

Did you see the flowers in the kitchen?
Who even knew he had it in him?
To think of something sentimental,
on his way home from work today.

The pictures hanging on the wall now.
I don't even know just how it fell down.
It must have been that strange sound,
You thought you heard last night.

Say your prayers and then it's bedtime.
See out the window how the stars shine.
Make a wish and then it's night night.
Sweet dreams, I'll see you when you wake.

Be a good girl.
Can't you see he really loves your mother?
Made in heaven,
perfect for each other.

Go to sleep.
~ SL c.2003