Carl

quickly pulling her to one side, “Where’s
Beth?” “She’s not in.” “Well, I need to tell you
something…” he starts. “About Beth? Or why
you’re home?” “I am home because the Boss
thought I looked sick,” he explained again, “I
told you already.” “Nobody expected you, I
assumed the big bitch would keep you so
healthy.” “That is besides the point,” he moved
towards the model of the round glass house
project that he had installed besides the stairs
and pulled her along, “I think your daughter is
having absurd sex…” “O…” and she went
totally quiet, stiffly playing with the button on
her blouse before moving onto her hair,
scratching the front strands of her hair, “…
Well…I did not know how to tell you about it
the whole…” looking up, as if trying to choose
the correct word, the silence deafening! “What
the hell is going on?” he yells. “Stop yelling,”
she sighed, “Look I did not want to tell you
about it, you know it’s very sexually liberated.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked, whilst
the thrusting, sweating, panting kept
infiltrating a psyche now troubled and only
surviving by way of the thoughts of the
completion of the round glass house project.
“It’s sexually liberated that she’s decided to
become a…” But before she concluded all
these happenings into the words she then said,
he picked up the model of the round glass
house project and walked towards the door
with the muffled sound of the last words
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