Epilogue
I sit on the green fold-up camping chair I brought with me. I twiddle my thumbs and check my watch. I've brought a small red portable stereo, too. It has a CD player.
"Moods" by Neil Diamond is playing.
"Song Sung Blue" comes on.
"Oh, now this is one of my favourites," I say, humming along. I check my watch again.
It beeps midnight.
I decide it's time. Especially judging by the way the two bodies are wriggling in those big blue plastic tubs.
I get up and look around me. This warehouse is coming in really handy. First Carlos. Now these two clowns.
I found another chain with a hook too. Rigged it up so that if I pull down hard on the one chain here, both bodies rise at the same time.
Or fall, if I let go.
I put some muscle into it and pull down on the chain, one hand over
