Richard Drysdale

I know the exact weight of a silver spoon and the exact cost of a well-placed smile. I’ve built my world on both. Linda sees through me, but she tolerates the act — we both benefit from the illusion. I play the devoted husband, the charming son-in-law, the man who belongs. But I’ve spent so long curating this life, I sometimes forget what’s underneath. When the mask slips, I pour another drink and adjust my cuffs. Always.