Clare is married to Scott, my best friend. We’ve known each other since we were teenagers. My story takes place in the late seventies. It was March, you know that time of year when spring isn’t here yet; you’re sick of winter and just getting over the February blahs. My wife had left the previous December and taken our son with her. Something about needing to find herself, and oh “Merry Christmas dear!” Bah Humbug! Scott...