She was crazy. Her name was Meghan. She wouldn't allow her dog to ever be alone. Her boyfriend Jeff never could understand. He worked construction. Worked a lot of hours. So it got on his nerves. He fantasized about leaving the dog home alone. One day he would do it. When he was ready. He was scared. Jeff thought if Crazy Meghan ever found out then she would leave him.

He was eating a chicken sandwich when he thought of this. Suddenly he thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Crazy Meghan left him. Of course... he would be sad. Not that Crazy Meghan left. More so sad about being alone. Coming home to an empty house. Such an egotistical desire he thought. But it was the true one.

His phone rang. He picked it up. "Hey babe---"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

"Babe. We talked about this. You need to talk more--"

'I SAID. YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT. WHY DID YOU PUT AN EMPTY CEREAL BOX BACK ON THE SHELF? ARE YOU A FUCKING IMBECILE?"

Then she hung up. Jeff looked down at his chicken sandwich. His appetite was gone. Vito came walking by. "Hey, you gonna eat that?"

Jeff shook his head and handed it to Vito who scarfed it down.

"Come with me. The boss wants to see ya."

Jeff was surprised. See him? Why?