I got a dog-training book. It says Grendel needs mental stimulation, so I tried to train him, but I think he must be retarded.

Her face looked like it would shatter any second.

One day I'll kill him, you know.
I glanced at her. She was deadly serious.

She put her hands over her face. Ah crap. What do I do now? Do I say something, do I not say something? I kept talking, keeping my voice as light as I could manage. Her shoulders shook slightly. She was crying. Fuck me. I sat there, not sure what to do with myself.

Are you happy?
When I can get out of my own way.
And the rest of the time?
The rest of the time I'm in a state of silent panic. I'm afraid it will end. I'll lose him. Lose everything.
I've done that. Lost everything. It's a bitch.

Would you like to work here with me?
We have no clients and the pay is shit.