As he entered the kitchen, he finally noticed her. She looked sad, but he wouldn't realize that because he only had ninety seconds to take a break from that damn game. Bad news, of course- the family didn't want the house, what else was new? No one was buying new these days. It was a horrible market, and April knew full well, his job was not going to sustain them.<br/><br/>"Oh dinner, yes that would be nice, I'll pick out somewhere special. I'll make all the plans, don't you worry." Yeah, fun afterwards, that was if he wasn't passed out drunk, or if there was another game on. He would say it was her holding out, but at one o'clock in  the morning, she was tired, and that's usually when he came to bed, and wanted to "play".<br/><br/>Before she knew it, he was rushing back to the TV to catch a game. There she was alone, again. April cleaned up her plate and headed back upstairs. She flipped her computer on, and browsed through her work orders. There were a few things she could work on, but she flipped over to "E" to see if there was a response to her post - nothing. tonight was going to be a long night.