The beautiful amber orbs that shone for me were gone, as was the face I loved. In its place was a mask of cold rage that showed nothing, revealed noth...ng of who he was or how he felt. It was the face of a man who would do anything and not care, no matter how much carnage he left in his wake.But his eyes were so much worse.Black but for the smallest slit of red down the middle that I could scarcely make out only because they were focused on me. Eyes gone dead, without the slightest hint of. While some are happy with the current ways, some want to try the new ways Kyle just spoke of.A little later Kyle talks to their best carver and asks her to carve a few items out of hardwood for him. The woman agrees while she wonders what he intends to do with a wooden knife whose blade edge will be so thin it’ll only be a shaving wide. She shrugs and she goes to select wood for the work, what Kyle wants it for is his worry, not hers, despite her knowing it’ll snap as soon as it’s used.Kyle. I was about to explode when his cell phone rang again. He let it stop, slowed his pace and then started picking back up again when it went off again."FUCK!" he looked at me, "baby?" You might as well answer it." I pointed over to where it lay, sighing."I'm sorry baby." he was going limp now, and slid away from me, grabbing the phone. It rang again and he answered it in a rage. I rolled to my side and covered up, catching my breath, allowing tears to stream down my cheeks. I didn't know if they. Joey got the hint that the festivities were probably over, so he started making small talk as he was putting on his clothes. He said we should do it again sometime. My wife’s response stung the hell out of me. She said in her most sultry voice, “Oh yes. Definitely we’ll do this again.” He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. He reached out to shake my hand, and I felt like I was paralyzed. I couldn’t lift my hand up even though I wanted to shake his hand. He patted me on the shoulder,.