Quote of the Week: I'm Trying, He Lied

He sent her roses with poems begging forgiveness. They didn't move her, but, as he figured, she was too polite not to acknowledge them.

"Please stop," she said.

"Why?"

"Because I'm running out of vases."

"I'll buy you more."

"I don't want more. I want you to stop drinking."

"I've stopped."

"It's nine thirty in the morning."

"I haven't had a drink in two days." Which was true, if you counted today.

"I mean permanently."

"I'm trying," he lied.

 - Stewart O'Nan, West of Sunset, pp.94-95