BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! I wake up suddenly to the sound of an alarm clock. My head pounding like a freight train. Frantically searching the unfamiliar room, I spot the clock on the nearby night stand. I lean over and start hitting buttonsI just want it to stop. Finally tapping the correct button, I breathe a sigh of relief before realizing that I am now wide awakewith a hangover that could kill a buffalo. I can also remember where I am. Im reluctant to turn aroundI dont think I can face the stranger I came home with last night. I reach my hand behind me, not wanting to face her. I slide my hand along the bedshes not there. I roll over and find a note on the adjacent pillow.

Bette– I went out to buy food for breakfast. Feel free to take a shower while Im gone. Karen

Shes not here. Feel free to take a shower? No way Jose! Im out of here. I quickly, but dizzily gather my clothes which are neatly folded on a nearby chair. I pick up my slacks and realize that Im not entirely nakedmy underwear is still on. What really happened last night, I wonder aloud. I cant remember anything after her guiding me down the hallway. Quickly dressing, I grab my cell and car keys and head out the door. Just as I reach the parking lot I remember that I didnt drivemy car is still at Milk. I flip open my phone and call for a cab while trying to find out what the cross streets are. Within ten minutes a taxi shows up and I tell the driver where my car is. After the brief trip to my car and another short drive I finally reach the safety of home. Homeis it really a home anymore? The walls are there physically, but theres nothing inside. Thats all there ismy walls. Why cant I break them down? Why cant I let anyone in? I need to call Father Andyhe always seems to know what to say. Youre an idiot Betteits Sunday morning and hes a priest. Hes not going to be available. *****! I yell at myself, still sitting in the car in the driveway.