“Me? I’m a freelancer... I do whatever someone asks of me. Construction, mechanics...” Alexander sips one last time from the bottle “other fun stuff.” Those last words linger in the air like the low droning echo of an ancient cave.<br/><br/>Alexander walks over to the bathroom door. “Connie, almost done in there? I’m gonna need some of that hot water too.” He crosses his arms and leans against the door jam while staring at Stuart. “Little man... why don’t you take a load off and sit” he points down at Stuart and waits for him to obey.