January 2ndOlive Pratt was sleeping with Paul or Daniel. I know because they caught her.
She hated my lack of interest when she told me.
The reason she got caught was that Paul or Daniel told his shrink that he was having s*x with a woman in the hospital. And so, they came and broke that up. They moved Paul or Daniel to another ward.
Olive was sitting in her bed, sulking and watching some terrible television show in which four girls were discussing how much they liked a frothy paste of a wedding dress on a younger emaciated girl with a large head and crispy blonde hair. Only one of the four girls started crying and saying that she wanted to have a wedding. She wanted one. I couldn’t tell if the show was real or not, but either way it made no difference. The girl in the wedding dress was
