HOUSE WAR
HAL
She threw everything out.
Hal stared at his basement.
His empty basement.
The fuck...
Apparently, Hannah, his wife, had performed a late Spring cleaning while he was away for work. In fact, it was less a cleaning and more of a scouring. Hal’s subterranean refuge was once overflowing with stuff--his stuff, his things, his glorious shit--but was now so clean as to be thought the scene of a murder. The very absence was evidence of the crime. It was premeditated. It was to cause inestimable harm.