Bill read the note on the door in shocked disbelief. The only words he fully comprehended were the last: good bye. How could he enter this once happy home where every painting, chair or even coffee cup carried memories of her? And the Bed! How could he ever find rest in their bed? Standing on the unexpected threshold of a new and lonely existence, tears welling up in his eyes, he opened the door on the bleak future and realized that his life would be even more desolate than he had thought possible.
    "The bitch took the furniture!"