Pomme Terre

"Put on a shirt, Cliff, and join me outside. I am not as 'honoured' as you wish I were." I walked to the balcony, lit a cigarette and inhaled sharply, hoping the smell and the smoke will clear my brain.

I waited for Cliff to come out and I was going to tell my story. And then let's see if you still love me truly, madly, deeply.