Standing in the hall of a house that was no longer theirs, Joe held his beloved close. The odors of stale air and dust mixed with her perfume to create an odd scent. Still, it meant that he could stop, even for a moment, and silence the rising dread inside him that screamed from the darkness "Ye fuckin' failure! No job! Now no home! Next stop work'ouse!"

After all what sort of a man could not be a provider?