He told me to stick my chest out. This isn’t one of the ones where I’m really doing it, this is more like, medium. This is a working fireplace, in the great room. I’ve done the decor in the background. What else? The white area at the bottom of the antlers, the cap, it would be, of the head, it feels like the inside of an oyster, slick in a way that feels like you’re touching something alive. I’ll run my fingers over it if it’s sitting on the dining room table. A lot of touching that thing with one hand and smoking a cigarette with the other hand. Hubby comes home once too many times and sees me doing it, just staring into space and touching the inside of the antler-skull, gets pissed and that’s the first night we started sleeping separately.