Travelogue

Was it my fault you lost your diamond earrings? You said so. A dozen hotel mornings, packing again, trying to meet itinerary deadlines tightly coiled, breathless hungover. I might have scooped them into a hotel room trash bin in Rome, Geneva, Paris, or London; you drop them anywhere, or you may have left them in one of a dozen vacated bathrooms. Not that I am accusing you. Try to relax, we are fully insured for unforeseen eventualities including divorce.