EIGHT

At 10 p.m., Bill arrived and pulled under the garage as he hounded out of his car drunkenly. Luckily he hadn't gotten into an accident while driving, anyway, it was already part of him and he had gotten used to this aspect of his life that he takes full control of. Lora was already fast asleep due to the work of the day. She knew Bill would return late like he always does and she didn't seem to bother a bit.

Bill limped into the room. His whole body was smelling of alcohol and cigarette and the room was engulfed in this same smell. He unknotted his tie, loosed...