The Mask 3

It's hard to know what Catherine is thinking although we've been married for such a long time. Eating dinner alone, I feel a bit adrift. We used to joke and read the New Yorker together. No longer. She's lost all confidence in me. I feel a bit old these days. She studied Literature at Yale and I was the toast of the Economics Club. What's happened since then? What's happened? She won't even look at me and we sleep on separate beds. It was all over some trivial Asian girl who caught my fancy while at a party. I don't even remember her name, but she just seemed to revere me so much. I had to own up to it. It was a stupid mistake and I thought that she would never find out but she did, she did. Now, she's like stone. What am I supposed to do? I can't ask her for money. Her father. He's always about how bad the government is. I suppose it's true, but what do I care about the government. It's not easy to ask for $10,000,000. I think I'll just have a glass and then sleep. Sleep is where my emotions nest themselves.