I have the house all to myself now.
Mother and father are here but they’re not talking. This will take all night. In the morning I shall finish the job. Perhaps after a game of pool. Yes, that’s how it will be. They’ll find me sprawled across the red felt with my little ass in the air.
Good. Settled. We can move on.
You look peaceful, mother. I’m going to touch you up a bit.
I want you to look your best. Father too.
Family occasions are so rare.
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