she sat outside the green room , whining until margery took her inside and showed her that it was empty , the jumble of clothes no longer strewn across the floor , the bed stripped and covered with only a counterpane , no wet towels hanging on the window sill , no magazines on the floor , no empty coke cans lined up on the bedside table , the tennis racquet back in its rack in the garage , and most noticeable of all , no music blaring from his music centre .