Chapter Six––––––––
Carla awoke at nine. The door to Trunk’s room was open. He always left by eight thirty at the latest. He’d catch breakfast at the diner then head to the stadium to work out and practice. She was relieved not to have to face him.
She had retrieved his wedding band from his trash can, in case he changed his mind. She rolled it around her palm, tried it on, and marveled at how large it was as she slipped it off. Mrs. Trunk Mahoney. She tied her chenille robe then wandered down to his room. Standing on the threshold, she marveled at how tidy it was. There was nothing lying around. No dirty clothes. His toiletries were perched neatly on the top of the dresser. She strolled in and placed the ring next to his razor.
She picked up his brush and ran her thumb over the bristle
