December 14, 2002
It was approaching midnight by the time he reached his apartment door. As he put the key into the first lock, he remembered how he could hear her drop whatever she was doing. As the key entered the second lock, her footsteps running toward the door were faint but distinct. By the time his key twisted in the third, he would hear faint giggles and feel her resistance against the door. This time though, the door flew open, yet again, slamming the wall. The hole seemed to deepen wider everyday. Silence. He recalled how she never tired of that routine.