This was not all; he had taken the liberty to use up all 5 cans of beer in the refrigerator and empty cans were rolling all over the living room carpe.... Soon as I came out of the bedroom after changing; John was waiting for me and began almost shouting at me, “Hey Ivan, What the fuck is wrong with you, where I am supposed to rest my feet if I feel like putting them up for a minute or two? You cheap shit, you do not have a foot stool by the sofa; nor you have a center table for the man to put. Heather’s baby will be a lawyer, or a rap superstar, and he will give Heather back her dreams, if she chains herself to him and forgets all about being fifteen, and pregnant, and living at the YMCA. ‘I think so. She’s out there with that cabbie guy, so she’s probably getting high.’ ‘She’s in 226, right?’ ‘I dunno. I’m not on that floor.’ ‘Who is? We can’t ask Eve.’ ‘Why? What does Eve care if you go talk to her?’ ‘I’m not gonna talk to that stupid twat. We’re gonna go throw out her fucking. It was merely something we should talk about, make sure we were on the same page. Two inches. The egg was gathering steam. One inch. The brain in its miraculous way makes lightening fast connections. Would the egg stop on the barely noticeable lip on the edge of the tile, or did it have enough momentum to get past that barrier? I’d recently watched the movie, ‘Match Point,’ again. The opening scene is the playing for the key point in a tennis match. The ball hits the net and drops, barely over. When the bathroom door crashes open, you jump and shriek, knocking your tea cup off the granite ledge of the tub. You barely save your book from falling into the water. I gracefully swoop up the cup, sitting it on the counter and drop to my knees beside the tub before you could gasp for a breath. Laughing, grinning, whooping my pleasure, I reach into the froth of bubbles and pull you to me in a huge hug. Ignoring the blast of bubbles that explodes everywhere, I clasp you. Never one to turn down.