What: Tony feels a little depressed.
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: The park?
Tony sighed as he went to sit at the bench in the park. It was almost Christmas and he had nothing to give to his wife, his kids or even his wife's younger sister. At least he hadn't gone out and bought himself a drink. The teenage version of his eldest daughter would at least be happy with that. He just didn't know what to do with himself lately. Perhaps it was a midlife crisis or something the like. Even the best men could get that, he had heard.
He had thrown himself at his work, safe for a little vacation he took Angie on around her birthday. He liked that vacation, but afterwards he still threw himself at his work. And that was difficult in a town with as little crime as theirs seemed to have. So he sighed again. Perhaps he should've taken the little ones along, but he had thought it better to leave them at the house. He didn't want to expose them to the mood he was in anymore than necessary...