The daily maid knocked softly on the door to Bruce's room. She peeled the door after hearing Bruce's grunt of consent to let her in.

Trepidated, she poked her head through the door. She didn't want to be scolded by him. Most often, that was all he did; Snap at her at any opportunity he got.

“What?” He inquired in a gruff voice. He threw his head back and gulped the last content of vodka in his glass. He did that too often; locked up in his room, drinking and feeling lonely.

“There's ...