And So The Saga Continues

LONG STORY SHORT June 2010
Mirsky called his wife from a pay phone at the airport. He hadn’t used one in years and was surprised at the fifty cents it cost. “Hell”, he thought, “It seems like yesterday they went to a dime.” At his age, (fifty-two) yesterday to Mirsky could’ve been two years or fifteen years. 

Elaine wasn’t home or was on the phone so he left a message to his own voice who said to leave one and whoever was calling would be called back promptly and thanks for calling. He told Elaine that on the way to work something was gnawing at him and when he listened to ten of his eighteen messages and saw that he had several dozen emails waiting to be returned he realized what it was. 

"I felt an itch to get away for a few days" he told their answering machine "and I’m at the airport about to scratch it. I’ll be home shortly after I clear the cobwebs," he went on, "and can cope better, but right now I’m about to board a plane. I left my cell phone and pager at work and will see you soon. Love ya," he ended with as always.

Mirsky slept all the way to Toronto while the detective he hired took up surveillance of Elaine to find out with whom she’d been cheating.

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