Eddie stayed buried in his house for days. He slept, he drank, he watched TV for something to do while thinking about what had gone down at KingStar. He finally wandered out on his porch, and watched his neighbors. Here he observed life in suburbia. People doing normal things like walking their dogs, the paper boy throwing papers, people leaving for work, and coming home. Even when he ventured out to the grocery store, he saw housewives who shopped for their families, children who yelled, cried, or ran and played. No one knew, or even cared about what was going on in his life, and why should they? They had their own lives to live.
After a while the dishes that were stacked in the sink began to grow into a mountain, clothes were scattered on the floor, bathroom towels, shaving cream, tooth
