“Hey” he said as he walked in the house. “How was your day?” she asked. “Lousy” he replied as he walked to the hall closet and locked up...his gun. “Any new leads in the case?” she asked. “Not any good ones” he replied as he walked towards the bedroom. “I’m sorry” Kait said apologetically. “It’s not your fault” he smiled. He took off his shoes and pulled off his tie. “Something smells good in here” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt. Kait sat on the bed as she watched him take off his blue. How much of this can the mind take before it needs to shut down. This was all a dream. I knew it was happening - sure, but it becomes a dream. Believe me.Alone again. Who am I today? I laugh, and a girls fluttering noise tumbles from thick lips. I rub them together and lick out with my tongue tasting the sticky red coating. My mind bounces about my skull because I'm scared I like it now. A bedroom, pink and white, dresser, a mirror. I fall the first time I leave the bed - not badly, just enough. She’d taken up yoga instead. Yeah, as if being able to wrap your legs around your neck could give you the buzz same as nicotine. What the hell had she been thinking, she mused, a tad crankily. Damn Kevin. She always got cranky when she thought about him. Not to mention all the rest of this shit she’d had to deal with tonight. Laying her head against the window beside her, she closed her eyes and let herself remember, the way she sometimes did when she was feeling down and lonely, exactly what. As it happened, unknown to me, the girl had forgotten her wristwatch. Some time after I left she came back to the hotel and was trying to contact me in my room on the courtesy phone. When there was no answer she went to the desk and told them she was a friend and had left something in my room earlier. They were having none of it when a middle aged lady named Helen, the wife of one of the other businessmen in our entourage, went over to the desk and vouched for her, saying she knew us both. The.