The way she pedaled away on her bike in the rain, like a pristine locomotive, let us all know that she had no intention of coming back to the house. Tino had said everything that he had to say but it wasn't enough. She was too good for him and my beery friend was well aware of that fact. Trish had left a pair of Vans in the hallway. I spotted them on my way to bed that night. I picked them up, took them into my bedroom and hid them under my bed.