Chapter 7
It was a month before they were set to begin taping Husband Hunters, and Matt was gloomy as he sat in his living room, looking out through the glass sliders at the parking lot for the Hiram M. Chittenden locks, or as they were more casually called, the Ballard locks. His vision was obscured by the rain, which smeared the view, making it look like an impressionist landscape done in shades of white, gray, and slate blue. He imagined the locks and recalled how they were one of the few, maybe the only, locks in the country that went from freshwater to salt. He also realized he was concentrating on such trivia as an avoidance measure. There were things he simply did not want to think about. He stared harder out the window, noticing the patterns the streaks made on the glass.
He had
