She pounced on the shirt and returned it to her master's feet. Cole didn't notice. By then he was fighting his way out of his pants, a drunk in a Japanese shadow play. Finally without clothes, Cole sat on the big boulder at the edge of the creek and dangled his toes into the water. Cold hardly needed encouragement.
Nothing's alive anymore.
He took a big slug out of the jar to prove it. Maybe she's ready to come back. Lisa had moved out about six months before. Cole loved Lisa. Lisa doesn't care.