So much for a new start for a new year.
But life went on. It’s the one thing you could always rely on. Well, unless you were dead, but then you probably had bigger problems to deal with. Or no problems at all.
I was inescapably down for a couple of weeks—because of Matthew, or cocaine, or the fact I was an i***t, or maybe all of the above combined—and I missed Jessi terribly.
I cared for Broderick, as per my promise, polishing his tusks and combing his fur. But I think he wanted Jessi to come home too.
I sent her regular updates about his health and general well-being, along with photographs of his activities—like the tea party he had with some of his whale friends—which took me bloody ages to set up. But, hey, what else was I going to do with my time now that I’d utterly alienated
