CHAPTER 63
“Good morning, Yai Tsu Fu’s Plumbing, Parts and Service. We’re plumb amazing. May I help you? Good morning, Yai Tsu Fu’s ….”
It seems a certain Mrs. Sophie has morphed into Ms. Sophia, temp receptionist. Ms. Sophia sports an ink black, chin-length wig with straight bangs above a gaudy blouse. Silver loop earrings sway back and forth, big enough to hang herself in. She touches her red, over-sized glasses as she talks. Her head feels hot under the cheap tight wig, but never mind.
The lobby is decorated in every conceivable Christmas decoration you can buy at the dollar store including a silver tree, fake snow, and spray-on snowflakes. In the corner sits a full-size light-up Santa doll along with an elf that sang holiday ditties until Lary unplugged the poor bugger.
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