The hours creep across the faceas she paces across the floorshe can't even get to sleep since 
Tony went to warshe feels bitchslapped and abandondedby a world she thought she knewcold beyond comprehension as their little girl turns twonow they're saying on the flat screenthey ain't found a reason yetwe're all bogged down in a quagmireand there ain't no end to itno 9/11 or uranium to pin the bullshit onshe's left standing on the home frontthe two of them alone