Josh and Dave shook hands as Josh said, "Christ, I played really well and shot eleven under par. You finished twenty under and still lost. Unbelievabl...!"Dave just nodded, "I played my best and lost. Next time I might win by five strokes - you never know with this game. Great round, Josh. Maybe I'll see you around next year."Josh looked surprised, "Aren't you going to the National Championship in California?"Dave shook his head, "Nah, too far. I'm happy with one national title - my Canadian. I walked to my full glass enclosed shower (I have a separate Jacuzzi tub for those fun times when I have company) and turned on the water. As I did this the handle broke off in my hand, water cascading out of the shower head. “Shit!” I said to myself. There I stood, looking at my shower running, COLD water at that, and no way to turn it off. “What the hell now?” again talking to myself, which is something I do when I get frustrated. I grabbed the towel off the rack, wrapped it around my waist. We also weren’t going to demand tribute or anything like that from the King, but absent some kind of solid evidence that he had changed his ways we expected to be talking to a new King sometime next summer. Whoever it was could agree to our demands the way Michael and Andrew had, or we would simply destroy Central Isle the same way we had destroyed North and East Isles.We weren’t going to waste a lot of time talking about it, either. His king had all winter to think about it. If he was going to. Feeling refreshed and relaxed I got up and walked over to the door of the bathroom connecting Bob’s room with my room. I knocked and got no response so I went in. I locked the door to Bob’s side, although I felt like leaving it unlocked, used the facilities and took a shower.After my shower I got dressed and came out to the kitchen. My dad had already gone to work but my mom was in the kitchen. She asked me how I had slept and I said how nice it had been to sleep in my own bed again. She said.