Chapter VIIn the least about how one can acquire a dog, when you don’t plan to. And also about work, Nona and Eva.
I couldn’t sleep. Though Milik and Gestapo comported themselves quietly, having returned after seeing Violoncello home. They quickly went to sleep and didn’t disturb me. They didn’t run to the kitchen for water, juice, or coffee. It’s too bad, because I had already prepared several killer phrases as a reaction to their running around. It often happens that when someone of the representatives of our celebrated humanity doesn’t do what one-hundred percent ruins your mood, but you’re one-hundred percent expecting it from them, your mood turns out to be utterly ruined.
Not far away Terry constantly stirred, snored, and smacked his lips. Of course, if you’re in a deep sleep, you
