Tamara left work and went home. She couldn't wait to let Steven know about Camilla.
On walking in by the door, she noticed that the place hadn't been tidied up.
"Steven," she called, "Steven." There was no answer. She walked straight up the stairs to her bedroom. She noticed that Steven was lying on the bed passed out.
Tamara wasn't used to this. Camilla had always dealt with his drunken bouts, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to deal with it.
"Steven, where is the money for the groceries?" she asked, shaking him awake.
Getting anything out of him would be virtually impossible. She put her hands in his pockets, looking for the money, and all she found was papers.
"Damn you, Steven, damn you for drinking the money out instead of buying food," she yelled. She stormed out of the ro
