Baxter got home at about 4:30pm. Too late to go to the bank, besides the initial check is only $500, but the promise the balance of $25,000 over the next 8 weeks. It's $500 per day, to make sure he shows for observation and treatment.
Baxter throws back the covers and heads to the mirror. Half way there, his boxers start to slip down. Damn, the elastic must have failed, Baxter thinks as he grabs it. He's in front of the mirror, still waking up. The mirror is farther away than he expects. "For 2 years it's been six paces from the bed. Now it's seven. Must have miscounted when my drawers started to drop," Baxter says to himself.