He walked back to the bedroom two hours later, feeling dejected and just about ready to pull his hair out and scream at the universe. He really didn’t think there was a possibility things could get even worse because, in his opinion, they were already at their worst.
At that moment, the only thing he thought he could do was shower and wash some of the grime away. Not that it would brighten his day, but it would just count as a blessing that he didn’t have to smell the last twenty-four hours on him for a second longer. Trick was certain at this point even the dog would growl at him for all the unpleasant scents that clung to his skin.
However, despite his urgency to rid himself of his clothes, which he was definitely going to burn in a bonfire along with the bloody clothes from last night
