Even though all this stuff was going on with Dennis, I couldn't tell anyone at work. No one knew he was under indictment. No one knew he was still married to someone besides me. No one knew anything was anything other than blissful. Keeping up appearances was tough. The company we worked for made DRAM and the Koreans were flooding the market. Things were getting tight and money was being carefully watched.
Dennis was a lead and thought to be the best in his field in Texas. When it came to repairing high tech lasers and electronic equipment he was a whiz. Don't ask him to change the wipers on the car windshield though. For some reason when it came to low tech work he was all thumbs. Or, maybe it was because he was drunk when he was doing it. The only times I saw him sober anymore were at work. He wasn't a quiet drunk or a crying drunk, he was a talking on the phone for hours long distance to anyone that would listen drunk and a destructive drunk. He didn't hesitate to drink and drive or just stumble around and break things.
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