A Year In Pictures Following The Break-Up

1:00 AM - I see that Holden has snuck into the basement and peed on the carpet. I grab his collar to go "rub his nose in it." He bites the shit out of my hand. I stare at the puncture wounds in disbelief.

1:15 AM - Allie is the only other person still up, packing for college. The only thing we can think to do is pour vodka over my hand.

1:30 AM - Allie calls a friend for help. "She'll know what to do. She used to be a lifeguard."

2:00 AM - Allie has gotten peroxide and bandages. Together we fix up my hand. Luckily, I've had a tetinous shot recently.

2:30 AM - We sit and and stare at Holden's back legs, which peek out from behind the couch, where he's hiding.