Carl

case anymore, apart from when Frank made
that joke the night before last, at the office
Party held for the two new interns that the
company had taken on, he told Edgar. “Big
bitch,” slurred Frank, “A juicy big bitch aren’t
you Lydia?” Total silence fell into the room like
a casket, before she laughed it off—the boss
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Simeone is rather conscientious about sexual
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harassment and had been ever since John was
fired in the case. That night is of course
eventful, but for more reasons than he could
have imagined. He drank too much, you see
and it all culminates in the reason he ended up
drinking in this bar, though the glass house
project was very much his plan, regardless. He
would not know that he would wake up and
arrive to work the next day, apparently looking
dishevelled and clearly sick, his Boss said. And
he muttered to himself and asked what else was
he to do with himself? A man must work.
Especially in lieu of the fact that I have never
had a day off work in ten years. Frank sent him
home, to rest up. So he made his way back to
the house, with a few ideas for the round glass
house project too. He failed to truly discern
what would occur, but originally worked from
what he thought should occur: Jamela should
be at a Yoga class on Friday mornings, Beth
should be at nursing school and Barney should
be with the dog keeper Margaret. I had no idea
why Lars’ car was parked in the driveway of the
house, he said to himself, but quietly assumed
it was Maude’s doing. He continued walking
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