He was still asleep when she decided to order the Trophy Display cases. She was tired of walking through the bloody mess in their home and leaving trails of it at work as well. She was really surprised that no one at her job had mentioned the blood on her shoes. And exactly how it got on the tops of them, she will never know. But to her horror it had, and now it was time to clean it up come hell or high water.
It had been too long since she'd just let these things slide. He could have his trophies, that was one thing. But to leave their blood and guts all over the floors was another. What if people saw? They would think she and her husband were running some sort of mad house and she would have none of that!