The Lost Ego

He knew he existed—even to the point of knowing his own name. But to really exist you have to have a body—and he couldn't find his!
So what if I did spend this week's household allowance getting drunk last night!
I stared at the woman. For a brief second I had felt that she was my wife. But I had never seen her before. I looked at her. She was a straw blonde, rather pretty in a way.
Give me some more money, you cheapskate, she sneered. I don't know why I ever married you. I could pick up a half a dozen any night that are more fun than you ever were.
She couldn't be talking to me. I looked around to see who she was talking to. I was standing on the rug of a living room. No one else was in the room except us.
All right, I heard myself say. My voice startled me, it was so quiet, so calm and patient. I'd heard someone speak just that way once. Who was it? I remembered suddenly. It was when I was six years old. I was in the neighborhood store when it was held up. The hold-up man had pointed a gun at Mr. Kaseline. Mrs. Kaseline had run into the store from in back and screamed at the man with the gun. He had shot her, then ordered Mr. Kaseline to hand over his money. I had been crouched against the wall, watching. Mr. Kaseline had looked down at his dead wife. Then he looked at the hold-up man, and said, All right, in that same tone. Then he had opened the cash register and from somewhere in its depths brought out a gun and started firing at the man. He had kept on shooting until his gun clicked on an empty chamber....
How much do you want? I asked.
She blinked at me, a worried frown creasing her forehead. I sensed a stab of fear go through her. She averted her eyes uncomfortably. Whatever you want to give me, she said sullenly.
It was weird. I had never seen her before in my life. I had no idea who she could be. Whoever she was, I didn't like her.
I looked about the room once more. I couldn't recognize a single thing. I tried to. I studied things like the davenport, the pictures on the wall. Nothing was familiar.