by Carissa Baston

Created on: November 24, 2010

She looked in the mirror at her glassy eyes listening to the silence of her over-sized home. She reached for her champagne glass and took the last sip. She poured herself another glass, emptying the bottle. Had she really drank that much already? Shrugging her shoulders she carried it down the sweeping staircase and wandered into her husband's den. She knew when she married John that his high-profile career as a reporter required a lot of travel, but she never thought she would only see him one day a month if she was lucky. She spied their wedding photo on the mantle and gazed at it with tears in her eyes. Mrs. John Savoy. Mrs. Madeline Savoy. It was exactly who she wanted to be, but now that her dreams had come true, she wondered if she was more in love with marriage than she was with her husband. Maddie was so tired of being alone. She had always wanted to have a big family and John said he wanted that too, but they barely even saw each other, let alone made love. On the rare occasions that John came home, he seemed to grow more and more distant with each visit. Maddie let out a dry, humorless laugh that startled her. It's pretty sad when your husband coming home is called a "visit." She shook her self out of her reverie and tried to focus on right now. It was Friday night and she knew her friends were busy since she had phoned them earlier to try to make some plans. She was tempted to feel disappointed, but stopped herself. She didn't want to see the pity in their eyes. Not tonight. After all tonight was her anniversary.

John had called early in the morning to acknowledge the day, but there was never even a hint that he had thought to take off from work and spend time with his wife. His beautiful wife, she thought to herself. Back upstairs in her lavish walk-in closet, she surveyed herself in the full length mirror. Not bad. Maddie was only 31. She barely had a wrinkle and no gray hair. Her auburn tresses fell to her waist as she pulled it out of the ever-present ponytail. She brushed her hair, applied her make up and slipped into the little black dress she had purchased on the off chance John "visited" on their anniversary. No more sitting around feeling sorry for herself, she decided as she slipped on her extra high heels. Mrs, Madeline Savoy grabbed her handbag and headed for the door.

Maddie decided to drive into the city and go to her favorite bar, Christie's. It was a place she used to frequent before she met John and she felt

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