Cal Morris is still nowhere to be found. I have an image of him on a Caribbean beach, drinking piña coladas and selling Des Moines Register s to the tourists. I have no hard feelings toward him, and I've managed to create new superstitions to take his place.
I've been busy, working on a bunch of cases at once. I'm trying to lure Kevin out of the Laundromat, but he's resisting. If he doesn't relent soon, I'm going to have to hire someone else to help keep up with the workload.
Laurie and I have settled into a nice rhythm, going slow and enjoying ourselves. She's as much friend as lover, and I don't want to do anything that might rock that boat. I made mistakes with Nicole, mistakes I'm wary of repeating.
I've never been accused of being an intellectual, and I get my philosophy wherever I can find it. In the movie The Natural, Glenn Close tells Robert Redford, “I believe we have two lives. The life we learn with, and the life we live with after that.”
I want Laurie to be a leading player in my “life after that.”