Joel’s Improved Personal Website
"Good Night, Irene" - Scene 2
(Marquee fiction – in 256 characters or less)
There he was. How many times had Irene watched, in rapt attention, as he had calmly and knowledgably predicted a cold front moving in on the ten o’clock news? And there he was, fumbling for the keys to his ’88 station wagon. All she needed was a pretext.