I turned the phone to myself and whispered so close, it recorded only my chin. "Thursday afternoon, June 10, about 5 o'clock. I'm outside your bedroom, Spence! Whoever that is you're with, I'm happy for you bro!" I turned the phone back toward the crack and crept closer. Spencer got divorced about eight months earlier and though he claimed he'd been out on a few dates, I had my doubts. He took it pretty hard and retreated into his shell so bad Denise and I were really starting to worry about him.