An unfinished bottle of Jack Daniel's left over from Saturday night gave hope. Head hurt wildly. Next to the whiskey was a pile of cigarette butts with traces of lipstick, and on the very corner of the table a tattered volume of the Bible.
"What the hell managed to get me so drunk yesterday?" - the inflamed brain tried to find an explanation.
Splashing the life-saving potion into a glass and looking around in the semi-darkness of Sunday morning, Harry discovered a stiletto heel and details of a woman's wardrobe, usually hidden from prying eyes. Memory reluctantly put together a puzzle from the events of the day before.
Best friend's wife asked for a ride to Saturday's "Keeper of the Hearth" lecture for housewives. And apparently, the lecture was a success. Harry struggled to get up from his chair, covering the cadet with the sheet. The green kite did not let go.
Throwing two eggs into the pan and thinking, "God loves Trinity," Harry cracked another one. Hot scrambled eggs and aspirin reluctantly brought back to life.
"We stumble at noon, as at dusk", flashed through the head.
Today there was much more to come: a Sunday sermon for the parishioners and a children's concert on the occasion of the governor's arrival with a generous check for the improvement of the prayer house.
Alan York (original name Yaroslav Timchenko)
(spring 2023)
