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started to run ice cold, he shut the water off and got out. Steam filled the small bathroom. The hot water had created a mini sauna. Jack loved to take long showers and then linger in the mist.
    ‘You suck!’ Gina and Replacement's words rang in his ears. Twice in short order two girls had screamed that at him.
    Problem is they were right. What am I doing?
    He vainly stared into the fogged mirror, but nothing stared back. Maybe that was his reflection. Misty. Shifting. Empty.
    Jack ran his fingers through his hair and grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt from the hamper. He hated putting on dirty clothes, but he’d worn them around the house just yesterday and it beat going around in a towel with a girl in the living room.
    What about Michelle? Gone? She wasn’t the type to run off. I know she would never leave Aunt Haddie, but… maybe she just went out to California to check it out? She could have a boyfriend and took some time between classes. She had to be twenty-four now.
    What if something had happened…
    He hated pain and misery. He already had a lifetime of it and way more than his fair share. Thinking that someone else, especially Michelle, might be in danger right now tore him up inside.
    Think about something else… anything else.
    Mrs. Stevens was pissed. She threatened to have me evicted, not good. I will have to get an “I’m sorry” card, a box of chocolates, and a chocolate cake this time.
    It had been a couple of months since his last appeasement present. Jack found food worked best. The time Gina threw the phone through the window it cost him $100 for the window, $30 for the phone and two all-you-can-eat buffet gift cards.
    For a naked chick in the hallway, I had better get her a gigantic cake.
    What about Gina? She’ll show up tomorrow and get all her stuff. After that… gone. Too many fights. He hung his head.
    Our relationship sucked anyway. We had nothing in common. And it wasn’t as if I hadn’t tried, but it’s a little hard to make a relationship work if the other person is in love with herself.
    Why don’t I just kick her out and send her packing? I never can, not with her, not with any of them. They all leave, but I never do.
    He stood lingering at the bedroom door not wanting to go back into the living room. He didn’t want to fight anymore.
    Jack exhaled and then opened the bedroom door. Replacement rushed forward. She must have been pacing as she waited for him. The second he stepped out, she was right back in his face. The 40 minutes he spent in the shower didn’t seem to have calmed her down at all. If anything, it had the opposite effect. Her whole body was vibrating with anger.
    “I have to let Aunt Haddie know. Are you going to help or not?” She planted her foot and stuck her finger right in his face.
    He hesitated.
    She took that as a sign. “I told her you didn’t care. If you did care about us, you would have come back already. I told her you didn’t give a rat’s ass about her!” She moved forward until he could feel her breath on his face. “I saw the letters with those worthless excuses that after Iraq you had to go straight on to college. You couldn’t come for a visit? Not one holiday or summer? Yeah, right! You’ve probably never even came and paid your respects at his grave. And then to find out that you moved an hour away months ago, and you still haven’t visited or even called! That is low. Really low.” She stood with her feet apart and her hands balled into fists at her sides.
     Jack would never hit a woman, but he found himself struggling to avoid making an exception. He was trying to control his right hand as it twitched at his side, but he couldn’t control the snarl.
      “Kid, I’m going to help you look for Michelle, but if you say another word about Aunt Haddie or Chandler…”
    The front door swung open, and Gina sashayed in. She looked up and then dropped her bags and her drink from the local 24-hour convenience store. Soda went