At my home, it was quiet as death. It seemed fitting. Frank was dying, and part of me would die with him.

I lit a fire in the fireplace and sat in the love seat that I placed in front of it. Grabbing my sketch book and a pencil, I started to sketch Frank. He was beautiful, I needed to capture that, His body had the perfect linesfor sketching.

I was halfway through shading his left eye when my cell phone rang.

I answered, trying to sound cheerful. "Hello." God I sounded fake.

"Gee?" The voice said on the other end.

"Hey Mikey."

"I think I'm going to come visit with Sarah. We don't. . ." Mikey trailed off but he didn't need to finish

He didn't want me to relapse.

"Yeah, I will see if I can't get Bandit for a while."

"I love you Gee."

"Love you too Mikey, gotta go now. Bye."

And now to call my ex-wife.