He stormed into the locker room wearing the same angry scowl that had kept with him all night. Barely sleeping an hour, his body was high on adrenalin... and anger. On the field he was silent except for the occasional nod to the coaches and whatever teammates he noticed, as plays were shouted out. He took the practice field with a relentless mission to occupy his mind. As Seton threw a ball out to him from the thirty-nine and Willhouse tackled him before he could catch it, it was clearly pass. The shower was just a base on the floor with a drain and sides that extended up about ten inches, and old fashioned shower head fed by two faucets and pipe that were visible hanging on the wall, and a translucent shower curtain hanging from a square made of pipe hung on the ceiling. The mud room's purpose was to let you clean the crud off of yourself before tracking it all thru the house.I generally peeled off my dusty clothes and left them in by the washer before going into the house. Some. “We’ve got all evening, let’s take our time. Besides, I have an idea.” “What?” I said, thinking she was going to suggest, I don’t know, fucking on the kitchen table. “Get the car keys.” “Why? Where are we going?” “Just get the keys,” she said. “You’ll find out soon enough.” When I got them she said, “I’ll drive” and took them out of my hand. Now I was really getting curious. We got in and drove off. I was curious and impatient, but she seemed determined to take charge so I forced myself. Being no longer yours, a void opened, and I could not find peace or satisfaction. It had been weeks, my house a wreck. I hadn’t even showered that day, curled in my blanket on my favorite chair I watched romantic movies endlessly and let the tears fall where they may. A cozy blanket wrapped around me, but it brought no comfort, but at least it was warm. I opened a pizza box to find none; I sighed, and looked in all my cabinets for food, again disappointed. I started to put myself together to.