evelyn sits by the elevator doors, it's been 37 years since james died on st. patrick's day in 1964. but she could not hold it against him. there were times when there was nothing she could do but lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together, a picture of better days and just like james i'll be drinking irish tonight and the memory of this last workweek will be gone forever. evelyn i'm not coming home tonight. if we're never together if i'm never back again well i swear to god that i'll love you forever. evelyn i'm not coming home tonight. in all the years that went by she said she'd always love him, and from the day that he died she never loved again. in his wallet she kept in her nightstand an a.a. card and a lock of red hair. she kept secrets of pride locked so tight in her heart it killed a part of her before the rest was gone. she said "if i would have known just how things would have ended up i just would have let myself die."