Jackson knew that no one at the firm liked him. They gossiped. They called him names behind his back. He didn’t get the specifics, but nothing he heard was very kind at all, so on weekends he stayed indoors and watched the world go by from behind his bedroom window.
Patricia could not fathom why Richard did these things. She tried so hard not to nag him. She really wasn’t that kind of person and she hated that she came across in such a way, but when he didn’t clean his back hair from the shower drain or put down the toilet seat after she’d told him a hundred times to do so, she couldn’t be responsible for the waves of passive aggression that were guaranteed to spew forth from her.
Ellen couldn’t understand what these people were thinking. The Rosensteins had showed up at 6:30 (half an hour late) for dinner, and now it was two o’clock in the morning and Saul was still blabbering on about classic cars or something. She had already gotten up to shower leaving Bill to hold down the fort, but that had been over two hours ago and the couple was still sitting on the couch eating all her Jordan almonds.
If they didn’t leave soon, so help her she was going to have to get downright uncouth.
Life had been difficult for Peter ever since Evelyn had died. Her life insurance policy hadn’t been enough to cover the medical bills and now he was up to his snout in debt and had no one with whom to share the emotional burden. Evelyn had been his rock, but now her only legacy seemed to be a never ending pile of bills for medical procedures that had ultimately been unsuccessful.
He dreamed of dropping everything and running away to somewhere distant, but ideas like that always faded with the evening light, and as night sank in he felt the cold realization of the sorrowful world that had been thrust upon him like wave after crashing wave on the beach of his mind.
Eduardo waited patiently on his branch. He knew that sooner or later a female would show up. It was statistically proven. If he sat and waited the ocean would deliver him a beautiful mate and he would never again be alone and unhappy. The long lonely days, the cold dark nights spent flinching at every sound or movement in the distance… It would all be a thing of the past once she found him
Sooner or later he’d meet a woman, and that would be the day his life would change. That would be the day everything would be alright again…
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