the same questions
Over and over.
Can’t calm himself down.
Doesn’t believe the

answers. I try to
reassure him. But it takes
a lot out of me always
having to repeat. He’ll be

stuck at two the rest of his
life, as well as mine. I’ll die
saying the same thing again
and again. Last week he

broke the staff’s eyeglasses. The
week before that it was his
dresser. Now it’s off track just as he.
Two vodkas tonight –

Better make that three!